Georgia's POV
"Look what I found on your bed, Georgia." Nick's voice was low, teasing, dripping with mischief. He lifted the book, waving it just out of reach, his smirk sharp enough to make my pulse race. "Were you thinking about me while reading this?"
Heat flooded my face. "Of course not! I was trying to read something to make me sleepy, but it didn't work—so I went to the other room to find another book." I marched toward him, reaching out, desperate to snatch the damn thing back.
But he moved it away with infuriating ease. His eyes glinted darkly as he leaned back on the bed, that dangerous grin tugging at his lips. "So… why exactly didn't it make you sleepy? Could it be…" his gaze dragged over me slowly, hot and unrelenting, "…because it made you wet instead?"
"Nick!" My voice cracked, too defensive, too breathless, as I lunged for the book again.
