All It Takes - Chapter Fourteen For a fraction of a second, I felt absolutely safe, as if nothing could ever hurt me again. I wanted to stay like that, to remain in Nicolas’s arms for as long as possible, to remain in the warmth that he provided. His hands had released my wrists, one hand at the base of my neck, fingers wrapped in the roots of my hair, and the other at the small of my back. The tiniest of whimpers escaped my lips, making my lips part slightly, but the rest of remained absolutely motionless. Warmth filled me up, slowly but steadily. I felt a kind of blissful weakness, too weak to breathe or move. I had never felt as if I just wanted to crumble when