Nikolai's Point Of View
I had spent days no, weeks, trying to keep my her off my mind. Every stolen glance, every accidental touch, every time she laughed and tossed her hair over her shoulder, I had clenched my fists and swallowed down the urge to take her right then and there. But now? Now she was in my arms, pressing her lips to mine, her body flush against me, her scent wrapping around me like a drug I couldn't resist.
I froze for a split second, stunned. My entire body locked up as my brain tried to process what was happening. She kissed me. She kissed me.
I had imagined this moment countless times, but I never expected her to be the one to make the first move. And fuck, she was intoxicating. The taste of whiskey and something uniquely her lingered on my tongue, setting my senses on fire.
