Chapter
Third Person Pov
"Put your hand on her waist," Antonio instructed, his tone sharp but trying to mask a hint of amusement.
Nikolai’s hand hovered for a moment before gently resting on Alex’s waist. The instant his fingers made contact, Alex stiffened like she’d just been struck by lightning.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—” She pulled away quickly, a burst of red coloring her face, and took a step back. "I’m sorry."
Nikolai frowned, surprised at how delicate she was under his touch. "It’s fine. We can try again. I’ll keep touching you until we get this right.”
Alex was visibly uncomfortable, her whole body tense, but Nikolai held his ground, knowing this was all part of the process. He couldn't help but feel a strange twinge of guilt, though. She wasn’t used to this. Not used to a
