#Chapter 208: You Have To Be Quiet

Maybe it was instinct, my body’s natural reaction when being kissed by the man I so deeply cared for. Or maybe it was habit, borne from so many shared kisses in our younger days, or since being reunited. Whatever the reason, when Nicholas kissed me, my entire body seemed to come alive. As if these past few days since our separation, I had been trapped in some kind of stasis. I’d been kept on ice, cold and alone. Now, Nicholas breathed fresh life into me. His mouth was a furnace. His hands held me with an immovable grip. This was fine with me. I didn’t want to be moved. I wanted to be held, caressed, adored. I wanted to give those things in return. My own fingers were clawlike as I gripped at his shoulders and dragged him closer, as close as could be, until no distance separated our bodies – only our clothes. Those pesky things. Yet getting naked was too dangerous here. We were in a coat closet. Rails of coats on hangers lined either side of the long, narrow room. Nicholas relea