Taylor’s P.O.V.
As I was picking up my boots, I felt Nico’s hand wrap around my upper arm. He wasn’t holding me firmly but it still got my attention as I looked up into his green eyes, seeing how he shook his head at me. As if whatever he was trying to tell me here, was not up for negotiation on his part.
“No?” I asked him in disbelief, to which he stared at me so deeply, I honestly believed he could see straight through to my soul.
“No, what no?” I asked him, my voice sounding angrier than a second ago. And I watched Nico turn his head to look at the door of his room, before he turned back at me as he started to shake his head again.
No, I can’t go?
No, I can’t leave?
WHY?
And OK, the man might have been trying to communicate with me right at that moment and in a way he had never d
