Eden’s POV:
The smile dropping from his face made me chuckle harder.
“Do you expect a queen to drop from her rank, Sterling?” I teased, stepping closer and standing on my toes, barely managing to cup his cheeks in my hands but succeed in doing so. “Instead… every king needs a queen. I’ll be yours. Always, without a doubt, I’ll be yours. No matter how rough things may be, nothing can deny that fact. Nothing can come in between the fact that I, Eden, am yours.”
It was cheesy, I know. I’d never embraced my title, one I never asked for, like this before. I didn’t think much of it, but if I was the Queen of the school, then Sterling should be the King.