Hazel’s POV
“I’m sorry…” Nicholas breathed, voice rough and unsteady. “I’m so sorry—not for kissing you, of course. I can never be sorry for kissing you. I just…fuck, what am I saying…”
He slapped a hand on his forehead, looking genuinely frustrated with himself. His chest was still heaving, eyes blown wide and dark, like he was fighting every instinct to pounce on me again.
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” he said, voice lower now, almost gentle. “I just got carried away.”
In that moment he looked so hot I couldn’t help but bite my lip.
His gaze dropped to my mouth immediately.
I felt a shiver race down my spine. And there was this spot between my legs I didn't want to mention, that was responding to him in more ways than I cared to admit.
He cleared his throat and stood up
