Luke is planning to kill Nicholas.

"I sent Justin off to handle something," he explained, rolling the wheelchair closer to her. "Enough about me. Tell me—how was your first day as the president?"

"It was… eventful. I think I've signed my weight in documents today." Ava sighed dramatically, holding up her hands for him to see. "My fingers are practically frozen." She pouted.

Dylan chuckled, taking her hands in his. He brought them to his lips and placed a tender kiss on each one. His warm touch sent a pleasant shiver up her spine. "How does it feel now?"

Ava's pout turned into a sheepish smile. "Better," she whispered with a playful glint in her eyes. "But…I think I want more."

Dylan's brow quirked at her words, a smirk playing on his lips. "More?" he tugged at her hand, pulling her forward.