I let my hands wander on Simon's skin. We were in his room, lying on his bed, facing each other.

I ran my hand up and down his arm. He smiled warmly at me.

"I want more kisses," I said, pouting moodily.

"Moody Wilhelm," he smiled, "this is going to be something worth remembering."

I chuckled, "Using my words against me, Simme?"

"Yes, I am," he said, raising his eyebrows, clearly pleased with himself.

"What about the kisses?"

"Climb on top of me," Simon said, stretching his arms out. I did, careful not to hurt him.

In between the kisses, Simon asked, "Aren't you going for rowing practise these days?"

"Nah," I said, "I don't think I can bear to be in the same room as August after what he has done." I shuddered at the thoughts of the consequences we had to face for it.

Simon frowned, confused, "What did he do?"

"Didn't Felice tell you?" I asked, surprised. I was sure she would. She had told me after all.

"Well," I said, getting off Simon, "he was the one who posted our video online."

"What?"

"Yes," I sighed, "even mother knew it, but she didn't tell me. Heck, she has even forgiven him." I made a disgusted face.

Simon was quiet. I looked at him, he was staring at the ceiling.

"Wow," he said, "and here I am wondering if I should save him. That son of a bitch."

I pinched my eyebrows together, "Save him from what?"

Simon took a deep breath and explained how he had met Alexander and everything he had said to him.

"Shit," I said, once he had ended.

"I know."

"So what are you going to do now?" I asked.

"Give Alexander what he wants of course," he said, "I have no reason to give it a second thought now."

"How are you going to do that?"

Simon ran his palms down his face. "I don't know," he groaned, exhausted, "is there any way you can help?"

I pursed my lips, "I'll need to see."

There was a knock at the door, making me sit upright.

"Oh shit, what time is it?" Simon said, jumping off the bed, and looking up at the clock on the wall, "Casper is probably back."

"Simon?" there was a voice from outside.

Simon looked at me, "You can leave from the window if you want."

I considered. "No, I will stay," I decided. Better let Casper know who this boy belongs to.

Simon gave me a little smile. "Okay," he said, quickly throwing on a shirt. I pulled on my sweater.

"Why have you locked - oh my," Casper stopped, "sweet mercy, what gives me the pleasure to get such a good view of these gorgeous abs," Casper grinned.

"Shut up Casper," Simon growled.

He seemed amused, "What's up with you?" He glanced into the room and his jaws dropped.

"Prince Wilhelm?" he looked back and forth between us, and realization struck him, "oh- oh. Shit, did I just interrupt something? I- I will leave if you want me to."

Well, well. I didn't even have to say anything.

"No, it's fine," I said, my voice strong and authoritative, one positive point of attending all of those meetings, "I was leaving anyway." I pulled on my coat.

As I looked at Simon to say goodbye, I saw something in his eyes, which at first I could not pinpoint, then it struck me: admiration.

My heart did a somersault.

"Okay, Simon," I said.

"Bye," Simon said, looking down and then up at me again.

Simon being shy? What is going on?

I smiled at him, stuffed my hands in my coat and then walked out, grinning ear to ear.