Chapter: 881

Nikolas turned the key with a smile, but the car didn't move.

Aimee glanced at him. "What's wrong?"

Nikolas' smug expression shifted to a sheepish grin.

"I regret kissing you just now."

"Why?" she asked in confusion.

He took Aimee's hand and placed it on himself.

His body heat radiated through the fabric to her palm. "Do you get it now?"

Aimee jerked her hand back like she'd touched a live wire and glared at him. "You deserve it!"

"Hmm... You are right. Give me a minute. I can't drive now."

Aimee wanted to laugh at him, but his embarrassed expression made her reconsider. He looked genuinely uncomfortable.

"Nikolas, how about..."

"Don't talk to me right now! Give me a moment, I'll be fine."

Aimee sat quietly in the passenger seat, her gaze occasionally drifting towards Nikolas’ crotch. She couldn't help but chuckle at his discomfort.

This man...

It hadn't been long since their last intimate moment. Why was he reacting so strongly?

After nearly ten minutes, the tension in the car became palpable.

Aimee was curious but held back until Nikolas finally coughed and asked, "Um... Can I use your bathroom?"

He needed to cool down.

His kiss had been too fervent, and now he was embarrassed.

Trying to suppress her amusement by thinking of somber things, Aimee managed to stay composed and nodded. "Sure, come on."

In the bathroom, the sound of the shower running made Aimee's cheeks warm.

She had never previously considered Nikolas in a romantic Light, so she had never felt shy around him. But things were different now.

"I'll use your bath towel," Nikolas called out from the bathroom.

Aimee touched her warm cheeks and walked over to the door. "The pink one is mine. Can you see it?"