Chapter 36 The Realization

• Nicholas’s POV
• I sat at my desk in my office, head buried in my hands, elbows digging into the wood like it could anchor me to something solid. The room smelled of leather, ink, and the faint trace of last night’s storm that had rolled through after I’d slipped back inside. But none of that mattered. All I could smell was her. Vanilla. Heat. Wet need. It clung to the inside of my nose like smoke I couldn’t shake.
• Last night had wrecked me.