Georgia's POV
I swallowed hard, my pulse racing as I stared at Nick. The words had already slipped out. I couldn't shove them back into my mouth, no matter how badly I wanted to. We were still so new, and I hadn't meant to ask him this early. But it was too late.
His lips curved into that devastating smirk that both thrilled and terrified me. "Tell me, Georgia," he murmured, leaning closer with every word, "haven't my actions already screamed how I feel about you?"
My breath caught. "I—I'm sorry. It was just… a slip of the tongue. I wasn't planning to ask you that."
"But you did." His voice dropped, low and dangerous to my heart. "Which means, deep down, you were already thinking about it."
I instinctively leaned back, but he followed, closing the space between us like a predator with its prey. His hand slipped to the small of my back, securing me in place.
"J-Just forget I asked," I stammered, trying to push at his chest, but he caught my hand mid-motion.
