#Chapter 26: Humiliation

Kayla “Why can’t you stay in your own room?” Nicholas growled, his amber eyes burning as he pinned me to the mattress. The tin of lip balm I’d been holding went rolling across the bed, and he glanced at it with a huff. His body was tense, solid, and far too warm for my liking—or maybe too warm for my sanity. I squirmed beneath him, trying to force my brain to cooperate while his weight pressed down against me, making it hard to breathe. Dammit, I couldn’t even think straight with him on top of me. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Not at all. I was just coming in to give him some balm for his cut lip, and when I found him asleep, I was trying to be nice and put it on for him. I should have just left the balm on his nightstand and left. Or, better yet, I never should have come here to begin with. “I—” My voice cracked, and I scowled at myself before trying again. “I felt bad, alright? I hurt you last night, so I thought I would… I don’t know, try to fi