The school had declared the day after the dance a holiday as it had to be cleaned up after everyone and the teachers were on an overnight duty so they deserved a break from the 'rowdy children creating a mess everywhere.'

She had still woken up on her regular time even though it was really difficult given that she was up till four in the morning and a few hours of sleep was not enough.

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Still, she was happy and excited. So much so that today, even with the cold, she had scrubbed herself twice with her favourite scents. Drying herself with a towel, she smiled and danced around. Putting on the undergarments she pulled her hair up to tie but noticed something weird. She leaned into the mirror more to notice it better. Raising her hand to the area, she touched it. There were two little holes in the crook of her neck. Every small and more like. . . scares left from acne.

How? She blinked in surprise. When had that happened? It couldn't be him, a thought immediately came to her mind and the logical part said that it was true, after all, he couldn't just puncture two holes on her neck without her knowing. Also, if he did, there would be proper teeth marks on her neck. All thirty two of them or three.

"Adeline hurry! I have to go to the office too!" Frantically she hurried after that. Her father didn't have a day off as she did.

She had worn a turtleneck sweater with her pyjamas as she went downstairs to have breakfast with her father.

"Hi." She greeted him with a smile and took her seat. Her father had cooked today.

"Hello, hello." He smiled and looked at her up and down. "Someone's happy. I guess the dance went well."

"Yup. Couldn't be better." She grinned.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Alright." She seems a bit too happy to be true and to be honest, he couldn't help but be a little bit worried about her.

Jason knew that his child was anything but careless yet he couldn't help but remind her of that.

They ate up and Adeline took the initiative of cleaning the dishes. Since he had to go and she was at home, this seemed like she could clean up a little bit more even rearrange a few things.

She closed the door and then locked it, placing an alarm on it as well. It was a new town and after a few days of the father had made sure that they had every door on an alarm system. One could never be too careful.

She moved around the kitchen placing things back at their place which were once hastily put away. Even though the house was clean she knew that once in a while every house needs a thorough cleaning.

Walking up to the stairs, she opened the door to her room but jumped.

"Ah!" She rubbed her hips and turned around only to see a grinning Xavier.

"Hello, Beautiful." He greeted her in a British and a gorgeous smile making her blush. His British accent was perfect.

"Hi," she whispered back shyly.

"Awe, look at that blush," he teased coming closer to her and pulling her through her waist towards him. "Someone's shy but last night she was quite aggressive." He winked.

"Shut up!" She gasped and hit him. "I did nothing of sort." She said immediately looking away.

She knew what she had done.

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow at that. "Then what's this?" He pulled up his shirt a little and made her aware of the marks that she had left on his chest as well as his back. Pulling his shirt down he continued to tell her, "Are these not enough," he took her hands and raked her hands through his hair.

Her eyes widened as she noticed it. "Omg! I'm so sorry!" Tears came into her eyes at the thought of her hurting him even without any intentions. "I am so, so sorry." Her fingers touched the bald spots.

He winced as he heard her voice breaking apart. "It's alright. I enjoyed it." He consoled her. "Who knew that I like my hair being pulled out? Stop crying, you can never hurt me." He cooed.

"Really?" She sniffed. "You would never be hurt on anything I do?" She asked in a quiet voice.

"Anything." He leaned in and kissed her forehead. "I know that you could never hurt me."

She smiled. A small yet gentle one. "Okay." She jumped on her tippy toes and kissed his cheek. Frowning at the height and the discomfort caused by it to her, she said "have you not had your growth spurt early?"

He smiled and laughed out in a fake emotion. He shrugged. Oh, baby, I had sport fur.

"So anyway," he rubbed his hands and looked at her up and down. The twinkle in his eyes made her feel highly uncomfortable and squirm underneath his gazes. "Your father is not home. The daughter is alone.. must I provide help with my company? Who knows how deprived the young lady might be of a strong Nights touch?" He pulled her close.

"I haven't heard anything this bad in my entire life." She giggled. "A lady and a Knight? Why can I not be a princess?"

He picked her up and they moved from the doorway to the bed. He threw her on it making her bounce and then he fell on top of her.

"Princesses are overrated. Why not just live our mundane lives?" He whined. "Plus. I do not want a princess."

"Why ever not, my handsome knight?" She teased only to gasp as she got pinched by him.

"How am I to make an already princess my princess?" He said. "I can only make a girl my princess.."

She winced a little. "Honey you know that you are not making any sense right?" She grinned uneasily.

"Am not? Maybe..." He tilted his head and stared at her.

"Are you drunk?" She asked pulling apart and looking at him.

"Yes, baby I'm drunk on your love." He grinned and showed his full set of teeth.

"Ewwww!"

"Ew?" He repeated. "You will be singing an entirely different tone after I'm done with you."