The episode faded into background noise. The colors on the screen shifted softly, but Eliana wasn't watching anymore. Nicky wasn't either.
His hand was on her thigh.
It had started as a casual graze. Just a warm palm resting gently through the blanket. But now it had moved—slowly. Intentionally. Up.
Her breath hitched when his thumb pressed against her skin.
She looked at him.
His gaze was already waiting—dark, focused, full of something feral and unspoken.
Their lips met before anyone said a word.
This kiss wasn't soft. Not like before.
This one came with teeth.
Nicky's hands found her waist, pulling her onto his lap without hesitation. She straddled him, knees pressing into the couch cushions, breath shaking as he kissed her like he was starving. His mouth moved against hers hungrily, open and hot, and she moaned into it, gasping when his tongue slid over hers.
