Chapter 14
CONSCIOUS THOUGHT FLED when Nikolas’s lips brushed mine. Warm and firm, his mouth explored mine with aching slowness and infinite tenderness as his hands framed my face, holding me against him. As if I had the strength to pull away. Sensations I had never felt before blossomed in my chest, and instead of trying to understand them, I leaned in and kissed him back tentatively. I sensed something indecipherable shift between us – like two repelling magnets that flip and are suddenly drawn to each other – and my lips parted to let my breath escape in a soft sigh. He pulled me closer, if that was possible, deepening the kiss, and I surrendered to it, exhilarated and terrified at the same time and never wanting it to end.
Seconds, or maybe a lifetime later, Nikolas made a sound deep
