Chapter Forty-Two

Nicholas was standing between my legs, with both hands resting on top of the counter, only two inches away from my thighs. In a way, he was caging me, blocking my way so there was no way for me to escape him. His face was less than a foot away from mine. I could feel heat emanating from his skin. I could smell his faint, fresh, masculine aftershave.

“N-Nick,” I said again, my heart pounding wildly. I was sure he could hear it hammering against my chest.

He inched his face closer, testing what I was going to do, seeing if I would push him away. But my hands were frozen into fists resting above my thighs.

“You owe me a kiss, kitten,” he said.

My eyes widened. “W-what?”

He raised a brow. “Remember our deal? One hit, one kiss.”

“When did we… when?” I asked incoherently.

He smirked and then he replied, “When did we agree to that? Last week. I suggested it. I remember you saying being kissed by a guy is gross. But I do not remember you saying no to my suggestion. When did you hit me? This m