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"Tell me to stop," he begs me suddenly.
"No—," I whisper despite realising perhaps maybe I should bow down to his need not to use me. Because that's how he feels, right?
Indecision is usually my middle name. However, as I watched Niko try to ignore my presence, I couldn't help but float over his lap. Both of us are trying to suppress our desire to keep each other on our toes, yet here we are, in each other's company, longing to touch one another but hesitant to express our feelings for fear of using the other.
I know my reason is my past; I don't want to use Niko to gain anything. There is also the element of opposing this arranged marriage and honestly opposing Dimitri.
I also recognise the need to keep everyone at arm's length. But I want something different for myself: happi
