Kyle reached into a drawer and pulled a shirt over his head after throwing Nikita a shirt draped over one of the chairs inside the room. He’d purposefully given her one of the shirts he’d previously worn, so his scent remained all over her even after she’d gone inside the bathroom to take a quick shower and calm her nerves. He’d given her the distance she needed, if only because he could sense she was completely frazzled.
Nikita paced the hotel room, hair damp and legs bared. She was short so his shirt stopped well beneath the swell of her thighs but didn’t quite reach her knees. She looked adorable even with a worried expression on her face as she bit her right thumb, thinking furiously. Finally, Nikita turned to look at him. He was sitting on the bed, wondering if Nikita would ban him f
