C42 Chapter 42

Nicholas was standing between my legs, with both hands resting on top of the counter, only two inches away from my thighs. In a way, he was caging me, blocking my way so there was no way for me to escape him. His face was less than a foot away from mine. I could feel the heat emanating from his skin. I could smell his faint, fresh, masculine aftershave.

“N-Nick,” I said again