"Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you'll find an edge to cut you." ~ Mark Lawrence.
RUBY M’CLARKE P.O.V
Nikolas face were red, sweat forming on his forehead. I put my palm his forehead to check his temperature.
He watch me in amusement. “I'm not sick, Ruby.”
“One can never be too sure especially with you.” I mutter under my breathe.
Grabbing my hand off of his forehead he pull me closer to him and kiss my hand.
I was mortified as I try to pull my hand away. “Nikolas....!” I hiss glaring at him
With a gentle tug he made me lean towards him. Grabbing my waist he pick me up like a doll and place me on his laps.
My eyes widened in shock as his watch me with laughter fill eyes.
Bringing me closer, placing m
