Nick's POV
"We should clean up and get back to packing your stuff," Georgia murmured beneath me, her breath still uneven.
Shit. I'd lost control again. The moment her scent hit me, my cock was already aching for her. It wasn't just her smell—it was everything about her. Every damn thing pulled me in, triggered something primal I couldn't shut off.
Obsession. That's what this was. Maybe I should see a doctor… or maybe I didn't want to be cured.
I stood, reaching for the panties I'd tossed aside earlier. She'd been so adorably defiant when I teased her before, it made me want to push her even further.
I handed her the tiny piece of fabric and helped her out of bed. Her gaze landed on the mess we'd made on the sheets, worry flashing in her eyes.
"Don't worry, they'll wash it," I told her, but my reassurance didn't seem to ease her.
"That's so embarrassing, Nick," she muttered, cheeks flushed.
