Chapter 87

• Nick POV.
• As I crawled into the bed and lay on my side next to her, I stroked her cheek, letting my finger drift down the side of her neck. She shivered under my touch and I realized that I'd left her wet, like the moron that I was, and she was cold. When I reached for the sheets to cover her body, she stopped me with a hand to my forearm.
• "It's not from the cold," she whispered with a delicate smile. My heart did a flip-flop in my chest.