Georgia handed Nick's shirt into his hands the moment he climbed down from the tree, her eyes flicking to the raw scratches on his back. Ella hadn't been joking—her nails had left their claim.
"Put it on—quick! Before Wendy or Katie sees," she hissed in a rush, her cheeks already burning.
Ella burst out laughing, doubling over as Nick frowned, confusion shadowing his face. "Why? What's wrong with my back?" he asked, twisting as if to catch a glimpse of the damage. His attempt only made Ella laugh harder.
Georgia leaned close, her voice dropping to a guilty whisper. "I… might have dug my nails in a little too hard last night."
Nick froze for a second before his lips curved into a slow, wicked smirk. "Oh, is that all?" His gaze burned into hers, teasing and unapologetic. "If it weren't for Katie, I'd be proud to show it off."
Georgia's face went hot as she slapped his arm, torn between mortification and the secret thrill his words stirred inside her.
