Chapter 89
GEORGIA'S POV
I wanted to kick myself. Honestly, if I could have reached, I would have. I started planning a written apology for the next morning; I didn't want Nikolaj thinking I took our friendship for granted just because I was having a meltdown.
I trudged up to my room, feeling like absolute trash, and pushed the door open—only to let out a strangled scream. Nikolaj was sitting right there on my bed, legs crossed as cool as you please.
I actually looked over my shoulder, half-expecting to see a second version of him still sitting at the dining table. How did he get here so fast?
"Nikolaj?"
"Did you think I was a ghost?" he teased.
"I... I just left you downstairs."
"Oh, I took the shortcut and raced you here," he said. I felt my face heat up. The petty, defensive side of me was already gearing up for round two of the fight.
