NIKOLAI
HIS MOUTH HIT mine like war.
No mercy. No pause. Just five f*****g months of silence detonating between our lips like a bomb finally allowed to go off.
I kissed him like I owed him my breath for every second I made him live without me. I shoved him to the wall, pressed him there, chest to chest, heart to heart, soul to f*****g soul until the gasp he let out shattered the air between us.
He pulled back first—barely.
Chest heaving, lips raw, eyes red like he'd been fighting off tears for hours. He looked at me like he couldn’t believe I was real. Like I’d crawled out of his nightmares just to prove they weren’t the end of us.
His fingers touched my face—shaking, desperate. Searching.
“I thought I’d never—” His voice cracked apart like glass under pressure. “You came. You’re he
