Chapter 69: Gentle Hands

Ophelia’s breath caught as Nikolai's body, heavy and solid, pressed against hers. His unconscious form was a weight she could hardly bear, but she could feel the heat emanating from him, warming her entire body in a way that was almost suffocating. Panic surged within her, and she fought to push him to the side, her small hands straining against his powerful frame. It took every ounce of strength she had, but eventually, she managed to roll him onto his back, freeing herself from the crushing pressure. Once Nikolai was settled on the bed, Ophelia allowed herself a moment to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding in her chest, not just from the exertion, but from the close proximity to this being who, in his sleep, seemed so peaceful, so different from the dark and dangerous man she had come to know. She couldn’t help but gaze at him, her eyes tracing the lines of his face. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and his dark hair fanned out around his head, making him look almos