Chapter 80 Reliving Childhood

• Kayla
• The bed creaked as Nicholas sat down on the opposite side, his movements slow and controlled. I kept my gaze fixed on the ceiling, pretending I didn’t feel the weight of him sinking into the mattress, or the faint shift of the blankets as he pulled them over his waist.
• He was keeping his distance. Respectful and polite, the way Nicholas always was when he wasn’t trying to get under my skin just for sport.