Ariana released a groan of frustration, but even her groan could not stifle the sound of walls crashing and crumbling onto the ground. She knew that she should be ignoring Nicolai, but it was impossible.
All this time, she had refused the very notion of being attracted to him. But last night held enough evidence to tell her how wrong she was.
Last time she had blamed it on the drug, but yesterday she was not drunk. Nope. She had drunk a few sips of whiskey, but that did not mean that she was drunk beyond reasoning.
Since pushing Nicolai away was not going to work—then she might as well let him do what he wanted.
After all, he was like a coiled spring, no matter how she suppressed him, he would spring right back up.
Maybe, if she were to let him get close, he would leave her alone once he realised what kind of monsters lurked inside of her head and heart. And during this entire time, she would keep her heart closed.
