“Have you touched someone else, Nikolai? Hmm?” I stare up at him, clenching and unclenching my hand on the sofa to keep from grabbing his hip or his back. Anywhere I can touch him. God, I fucking missed the heat rolling off him and the feel of his skin on mine. Just one more push. A tiny one. “Why are you asking? Jealous?” “Don’t fuck with me. I didn’t even agree to the damn breakup, so technically, we were never done. So tell me, Nikolai. Who did you fuck? Simon? Someone else? Couldn’t keep it in your pants, right? You’re pathetic.” “If I’m pathetic, then what are you? Delusional?” “If you
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