Like the first day I had shown up at his cabin, Nicholas was at the door when I arrived. I was thankful I didn’t have to knock or sneak inside, but how did he know I was there? Did he sense me?

Nicholas only wore a pair of boxer briefs, and his green eyes stared at me, bloodshot and perplexed; either I had caught him before bedtime, or my presence had woken him up again.

“Let me in,” I whispered, brushing his cheek with my fingertips. His skin felt warm and smooth. ...