As he slipped out of the room, a rush of emotions overwhelmed me—exhilaration, guilt, longing. Every inch of my skin tingled with the memory of his touch, but the reality of what had just happened settled heavily on my shoulders. I wanted him in ways that terrified me, ways that broke down every logical barrier I had tried so hard to keep between us.
I sank onto the bed, catching my breath, still feeling the heat of him lingering on my skin. Sneaking around like this wasn’t ideal, but at that moment, it didn’t matter. Nicolas had a hold on me that no one else ever could. And as reckless as it was, I craved more of it—of him.
I sat there in silence, my mind racing with a mix of satisfaction and dread. Every fiber of my being knew this couldn’t go on forever. Sooner or later, someone would
