The room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of a few strategically placed lamps casting a warm light over the space.
"Melissa," Nicolas said softly, his voice like a caress. "I'm glad you came."
As he closed and locked the door behind me, I felt the weight of the moment press down on me. "Nicolas, we need to talk. I can't keep doing this...whatever this is."
He took a step towards me, his gaze intense and unwavering. "I know Melissa. That's why i asked you to come here. We need to face this, whatever it is, and decide what we really want."
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "I don't even know what i want anymore. I love Chris, but...Nicolas, this thing between us --"
Nicolas moved closer, his presence overwhelming, filling the room with a palpable tension. "This thing between us is
