Kayla & Nicholas
Kayla
Nicholas and I slammed together in the darkness of the coat closet, lips meeting each other in a frenzy. My body betrayed me almost immediately, giving in to the desires I had been fighting all day.
I knew I should pull away—I knew that this was all a lie—but for just a moment, I wanted to pretend it wasn’t.
The mating mark on my neck flared to life, turning warm and tingly as Nicholas’s lips moved hungrily against mine. My stomach flipped, my heart racing as he pushed me up against the coat racks, his hands finding my waist, squeezing just enough to make my knees weak.
“Kayla,” he whispered, his breath hot against my lips.
I gripped the lapels of his pristine white tuxedo jacket, tugging him closer. Our tongues swirled together, and for a momen
