“You need to let me go, Nicholas," I implored.
His grip tightened. "I won't, Wendy."
"Please," I whispered desperately. "Just let me go."
“No. Never.”
Frustration bubbled up within me, and I resorted to a series of sharp slaps on his shoulder. "For God’s sake, Nicholas," I snapped. "Let go of me!”
Nicholas, who had been holding me tightly against his chest with his face buried in my neck, irritatingly still muttered his refusal.
I couldn't help but growl, "People are watching, Nicholas.”
Reluctantly, he released me. "Be glad I'm only hugging you and resisting the urge to kiss you senseless,” he grumbled.
I glared up at him.
He glared down at me.
Nicholas still had his hands on my arms. I let him because his glare turned into a handsome grin that had my heart skipping a beat. Desp
