Scaramouche wasn't the most patient of men.

This was nothing but obvious to you as he was helping you change your stupid dress inside the changing room. Despite the frown on his face, his heavy breathing was a sign of attraction. Why did he feel a sudden urge to kiss you, to embrace you? Scaramouche could only wonder.

"For God's sake... Can you stop moving, princess?" Scaramouche hissed under his breath, lowering one hand to wrap around your midsection in an attempt to draw you closer.