Alaric
Nico loves me? That was the craziest thing that I never expected to hear, but he had confessed it himself that night, and I had heard it right.
How could it be? I wondered.
How could a guy like Nico, who usually looked at me like he wanted to wrap his hands around my neck and strangle me on the track, actually hold those kinds of feelings inside his chest?
The words kept spinning through my brain, overlapping with the weight of his head resting on my ribs from the night before.
I had been awake.
I had been completely awake when he climbed into my bed, wrapping his arms around me in that desperate, trembling hug, whispering his deepest secret into the dark, quiet space of my room. I hadn't moved. I hadn't said a single word because the sheer shock of it had completely paralyzed me, trapping the breath right inside my throat.
