Nicolas’s POV
I didn’t sleep much.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face. Her breath brushing my lips. Her eyes wide and startled, pupils blown wide like she felt something too. And the way the air between us had gone tight, electric.
I couldn’t forget it. Couldn’t stop replaying it. It was infuriating. I’d walked out of her apartment pretending nothing had happened, but the moment I got outside, my heart had been punching the inside of my ribs like it wanted out.
Why did she get to affect my heartbeat like that?
I lay on my bed well past two a.m., staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself it meant nothing. That she meant nothing.
She was a tutor. Tyrique’s little sister. Someone I wasn't supposed to want.
But when the memory hit again, my stomach tightened in a way I
