#Chapter 122: The Anticipation of a Kiss

We made it five steps out into the hallway before Nicholas started asking questions. “Did something happen?” he asked. I didn’t want to lie to him, so I shrugged. “Nothing big.” “Nothing big is still something.” With my hand on his arm, Nicholas dictated how fast and slow we walked. He slowed now, making it clear he would stretch this out if he needed to. He was worried about me, I could see from the look in his eye. He wasn’t going to let me off the hook easily. Softer, he asked, “Did Julian do something?” “No,” I said. Julian had stopped himself before he could. That was assuming that leaning in for a kiss had been what he was actually doing, and not just teasing me. “I don’t know. It was confusing.” “Tell me.” I wanted to. I needed to talk to someone about what happened, and who knew Julian better than Nicholas? But I was unsure. With their rivalry, and Nicholas’s jealousy, if he knew that Julian had tried to kiss me, how would he react? I’d likely receive no answer that wo