Niklaus hadn't expected Freya to initiate another kiss. His original intention had only been to make Jonas jealous. Now, as Freya pressed against him, his body responded instinctively, a familiar heat building in his lower regions. With a frown, he pushed her away.
"Public place, Luna. Control yourself," he muttered, his voice rough.
"Weren't you the one who kissed me first?" Freya rolled her eyes. "What a hypocrite, pretending to be all proper now."
She complained silently to Vicki, "If I wasn't trying to piss off Rebekah, do you think I'd enjoy kissing him?"
Vicki responded with amusement, "Whatever you say, sweetheart."
Rebekah, standing nearby, overheard Freya calling Niklaus a hypocrite. She expected him to be furious. From her perspective, everything Freya did lately
