Georgia's POV
I dangled over Nick's shoulder like a sack of rice, completely speechless at the ridiculous thing he'd just said. My face was burning—partly from embarrassment, partly from the way his shoulder pressed against my stomach.
Then I saw him reach for the wall and tap at a hidden panel. A keypad lit up, and he entered a code with practiced ease.
"Where are we going? Nick! Put me down!" I whined, my head spinning from being upside down.
The wall slid open with a soft mechanical hum, revealing a sleek door. He carried me straight through it.
It was a bedroom. His bedroom.
My mouth fell open. "Wait… this is your room? Why is it hidden like some secret vault?"
He smirked, not even out of breath, as he tossed me onto the bed like I weighed nothing. I bounced against the mattress and scrambled upright, eyes darting around the room until—aha! A door. That had to be the bathroom.
