Chapter 29

“Nick,” he pleaded, his green eyes devouring my face. “Please…“

So it was true then—he had been waiting for me a long time. How many times had he imagined this moment between us?

“No,” I whispered, “Don’t beg.” I took his face in my hands and raised it.

He leaned his forehead to my chest. “Oh, God, Nick, kiss me. Kissme.”