After a long silence, Portia shifted slightly and murmured, "Cristiano?"
He was still catching his breath beside her, eyes closed and one arm draped lazily over his forehead. "Hmm?"
"I want to pee," she said with a pout.
His eyes blinked open slowly as he turned to look at her, confusion melting into amusement.
"I want to pee but I cannot move," she whined, wiggling her fingers dramatically as if her limbs had turned to jelly.
Cristiano burst out laughing, a deep, wholehearted laugh that made his chest shake. "Oh, my poor princess," he chuckled, sitting up and scooping her effortlessly into his arms like she weighed nothing. "Come on, let's save your royal dignity."
He realised that a sleepy and exhausted Portia was more dangerous than a drunk Portia. She was acting like a child because her guards were still down and she had no idea if she was awake or asleep. This all was going to come to bit her perfect ass tomorrow and until then, he would enjoy it.
