"Fuck, princess. Did I tell you how much I love it when you go all possessive?" Nicolai grinned down at Ariana, who rolled her eyes and pulled the velvet scarf tied around his neck.
Once he was close enough, she leaned in forward and muttered, "This is not an answer, Nicolai. I don't like seeing any other woman hanging onto your arm like a dangling necessity. I don't want or need anyone to touch you, got it?"
"Only if I get to touch you as much as I like."
"I got it."
Only then did Nicolai wink at her before promising, "And I got it too; don't worry, I won't be touching anyone but you." A pause. "By the way, what about the pictures, the one with that preppy prince? Are you going to delete them?"
Ariana frowned upon hearing those words as she didn't understand what Nicolai meant by those words. It was only when she went too far back in the lane of memories that she understood what the man was actually trying to say.
