The room was quiet, save for the occasional sound of the city outside. Nicolas still stood by the window, his shoulders tense. I approached him slowly, letting my presence fill the space between us.
“Nicolas,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “Do you remember the first time we came here?”
He stiffened but didn’t turn around. “Melissa, don’t do this.”
I ignored the warning in his voice, stepping closer. “You brought that bottle of wine, the one you said was too good to share with anyone else. We laughed so much that night… Do you remember?”
He sighed, his head lowering slightly. “That was a long time ago.”
“But not so long that we’ve forgotten,” I said, my voice tinged with longing. “I haven’t forgotten how you looked at me, how you made me feel like the most important p
