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So I went on my own to the electricity generator room, studied the blueprint, and managed to cut the power in the basement, where they’re keeping Nikolai.
That way, the cameras won’t work.
Then I stole the key from Lan while he was taking a shower, fetched a knife and a flashlight from the kitchen, and snuck to the basement.
Once I arrive in front of the door, I search my surroundings before I unlock it and slip inside.
My heart beats so loud in my chest, I barely manage to keep my hand steady as I’m overwhelmed by his scent, his presence, just him.
I’ve always frozen up when I’m in a state of shock, and that happened more often than not when I was with Nikolai.
His massive unconscious body lolls on a chair in the empty room.
Thick ropes swirl around his chest and dig into his inky arms, binding him to the chair, and his head is slumped forward, his hair camouflaging his face. It’s longer now, wavier.
My fingers twitch, wanting—no,needing—to touch it again, feel it, see if it’ll still bring me peace like it used to.
I can’t stop it. Even if I know I shouldn’t do it. Even if I’m sure this is just a recipe for disaster.
My hand moves of its own accord as I sink my unsteady fingers in his hair and glide it back.
The moment I see his face again this close, I want to throw away my pride, fall between his knees, and beg him to take me back.
I want to kiss his lips and feast on his tongue.
Two weeks without him has been a fucking eternity. I didn’t care before him, but after him, it’s torture to go day in and day out without his touch.
Survive without his presence, his flirtatious nature, and his clingy texts.
Without his grins and his daft jokes.
Without…him.
I stroke my fingers in his hair and contemplate kissing him. Just once.
No one will know—
He releases a groan, the sound vibrating and striking me in the chest. I let him go and pull at the hair on the back of my neck to keep my hand busy and stop me from touching his cheek, or, worse, actually kissing him.
Nikolai opens his unfocused eyes, pupils dilated, probably because of the drug Lan gave him.
My heart thunders so hard behind my chest, I’m surprised he doesn’t hear it.
“Lotus flower…? What are you doing here?”
My hand stops its incessant pulling and I swear I’ve never felt so relieved as when he called me that instead of my real name. But then again, his speech is slurred, so maybe he’s still drugged and doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
I let my hand fall from my nape and fetch my knife, then start cutting the rope, trying to remain composed, to not actually stroke every slope of his muscles as I speak in my signature detached tone. “You’re the one who came into my house. You just couldn’t stay away?”
I feel the rumble of Nikolai’s chest against my hands and make out his grin from the corner of my eye as he drops his voice. “How else would I see you so adorably worried about me?”
“I am not worried about you, and don’t fucking call me adorable again.”
“Wow. The posh boy can curse.”
“Shut it or I’ll leave you to my brother’s and cousins’ nonexistent mercy.”
“If I’d known I’d see this side of you, I would’ve gotten myself kidnapped long ago.”
