Nikolai Pov
I couldn’t stop thinking about her—about how she felt in my arms, how she looked when she smiled, how every inch of her was still a mystery I was desperate to unravel. Every time she was near me, the need to touch her, to feel her pressed against me, consumed me. In the last few weeks, I couldn’t think of anything else. I wanted her body against mine, and more than that, I wanted to be able to touch her freely, without the hesitation, without worrying if she’d pull away.
The problem was, every time I let myself go, my body betrayed me. I could feel the tightening in my stomach, that familiar heat building, and before I knew it, I was fighting off the urge to give in to the need I’d been ignoring for far too long. It had been too long since I’d dealt with it myself, and I hat
