Nicole's POV
I wasn't running.
Because I didn't want to.
I'm not some little girl anymore. I know exactly what I want. I don't depend on him for a damn thing, and if I want something, I go after it.
This wasn't about him.
It was about me.
About what I wanted.
Watching the panic flash across his face when I stepped away from him was almost funny.
He even started to get up from the couch, but I stopped him.
Instead, I slowly lowered myself to my knees in front of him and reached for the waistband of his shorts, never taking my eyes off his.
"Holy f**k, Nicole..."
He said it like he couldn't believe what was about to happen.
And honestly...
He couldn't.
Because he'd never had a woman like me.
And he'd only ever have me when I decided he could.
Otherwise, he had no idea who he
