Chapter 32
GEORGIA'S POV
I stood before Nikolaj, and it was infuriating how much more handsome he seemed than I remembered. How did he manage to look better every time I saw him?
His dark brown hair was a mess of soft waves falling over his forehead, framing a face that was far too attractive for my own good. He was watching me with a predatory intensity as he brought up our night together, and in a moment of sheer, blind panic, I blurted out that I didn't know who he was.
Why did I do that? The apology letter was literally sitting in my skirt pocket, yet I'd chosen to look him in the eye and lie.
My heart felt like it was trying to punch its way out of my ribs, and my face was on fire. He knew. He absolutely knew I was lying, which only made his focused stare more unbearable.
