Kayla
I stood there, my cheeks blazing hotter than the sun, staring at the offending piece of lace dangling from Nicholas’s fingers. My panties. My lacy panties. It was mortifying enough that Jade had thrown my things into his room, but now this?
“Give me that,” I snapped, storming across the room and snatching the fabric from his grasp. I clutched it tightly in my fist, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing just how red my face had become.
Nicholas smirked, leaning casually against the doorframe. “What’s the matter, Kayla? Embarrassed?”
I refused to meet his gaze, instead marching toward the nightstand where Jade had so thoughtfully piled my books. “Now that he’s gone,” I muttered, shoving the books into my arms, “I’m going back to my room.”
“Really?” H
