Nikolai Pov
I like it,” Alex said, her voice soft and warm as she placed my drawing down on the table. “This should go on the fridge with all of the other pictures.” She smiled at it, then went back to licking her ice cream. The way her tongue moved so slowly around the cone made my thoughts go places I really didn’t want to go—not here, not now.
Did she even realize what she was doing?
I doubted it. But it was hard not to notice.
I pushed those thoughts away, focusing on what I needed to say. I had to talk to her about this—about everything that was coming.
“I’ve got to talk to you about something,” I said, my voice low, trying to hold onto some control.
She didn’t look up from her ice cream, just kept sucking on it like she hadn’t heard me. But her silence only made my heart pound
