The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story novel Chapter 439

Chapter 0439 

“Nick? What is it?” I asked. 

He turned to me, walked right up to me, and said, “Something better than good luck.” 

Then he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him. His hands gripped my waist. He guided me back against the lip of the counter then hoisted me up so that I was sitting on top of it. My legs went around his waist. His tongue slipped into my mouth. 

Every time I kissed him was as good and as breathtaking as the very first time. He had a way of snatching my heart from me with his closeness. I never had a chance of moving on from him, when my body and soul yearned for him so completely. 

When we were like this, together, even in stolen moments, I felt so at home. Whole, in a way 

I never feel when I’m alone, 

His hands were firm on my hips. From this new height atop the counter, I had much better access to his chest, so I took full advantage of that, running my hands up and down his torso. 

God, how I wanted to undress him and have my way with his right here. But we didn’t have much time before one or the other of us would be called back to the stage. So I was careful not to disturb his costume. His must have been doing the same. His hands never strayed from my hips. 

Too soon we broke our kiss to breathe. Nicholas dropped his head so that his forehead rested against mine. I closed my eyes, soaking in the feel of him so close to me, of us sharing the 

same air. 

“That’s what I needed,” he said, “Now I can make it through.” 

“It’s not so bad,” I said lightly. 

“I hate the breakup scene with you,” he said, “And every scene that follows.” 

Oh. His kiss with Bridget. 

“You are the only want I want to do this with,” he whispered, voice quiet in the already quiet 

room. 

My heart leapt forward in my chest. I felt the same. 

“It’s just for show,” I reminded him. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.” 

“Despite this event, I’m not an actor,” Nicholas said. “I have no intention of kissing anyone 

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without meaning it.” 

“Nick…” I didn’t know how to convey that I understood. That no matter what happened, I would forgive him for it. 

But he seemed so hard set. Bridget must have been pushing him pretty hard. 

And Nicholas was nothing if not stubborn. I was surprised she didn’t remember that from their youth. The more Nicholas was pushed, the less likely he was to move. 

Nicholas kissed me again, with more passion this time, greedily claiming my mouth with his own. His hands lifted up along my back and he tugged me closer to him. 

I didn’t care anymore if the costumes were damaged. I didn’t care about anything but him and this. Us.