#Chapter 334: The Commands of The King

Fortunately, Selma did not reach for the door once it was open. With it open, it concealed most of Nicholas and me, though if she looked back, and looked closely, she would certainly see our shoes or our sides. The space behind the door was cramped. Nicholas’s arms tightened around me, tugging me ever closer to his body until our fronts were fully aligned. With my adrenaline pumping, it took far longer than it should have for me to recognize the intimacy of our position. I looked up at Nicholas and found him staring down at me. His golden eyes shone brightly, even in the dim light, with the flecks of green within them flickering. God, he was so handsome. Every time I looked at it, he threatened to steal my breath away. I could have stared at him until my dying day and died happy. For now, I would stare for as long as I could. He seemed content to stare right back. “I brought you some waffles with whipped cream and fresh fruit this morning,” Selma said. “I hope you like them.” Se