NICHOLAS’S POV

On getting to the kitchen doorway, my heart was pounding loudly and I leaned silently against the door frame to calm it down before going to her.

She didn’t know I was there, and that gave me the freedom to simply drink her in. The lights overhead made her skin glow, her hair slightly messy from the long day she had endured.

She wore one of those oversized shirts she liked to throw on in the evenings, the hem brushing just above her knees, and I had to clench my jaw to stop ...