“Good night, Kat.”
I almost trip over my own feet as I turn back to face him, but he’s not looking at me. He’s making himself comfortable on the bed beside Addy, and I’d almost let myself believe I misheard until his eyes dart up to meet mine a moment later.
It only lasts a moment before he turns his attention back to the book, but it feels like it means something.
Right?
Maybe I’m just delulu and hope it means something, but I’m going to pretend it does for now.
“Good night, Oliver,” I whisper back, letting myself watch them for another minute before I slip out the door.
They're so stinking cute I could watch them all night. They’re all so amazing with her, honestly, but I’m sure it would be weird for me to stand there all night. Besides, I have plans.
Just thinking about it makes my cheeks heat, and when I press my hands to them, I feel the warmth.
Crap, I’m not even with them yet. How am I going to survive this being a regular thing?
I make my way back to my room quickly, more than a little excited, if not a tiny bit nervous as well.
This morning, Nathan had left me a box, a present, on the table next to my already prepared cup of coffee. I’d tried to tell him it wasn’t necessary, but he insisted, only to tell me it couldn't be opened until tonight.
Despite my best efforts, I’ve thought about that box all day.
The last time Nathan gave me something, it was a very expensive necklace, and with the size of this box…
Ugh, just thinking about all the things it could be has me walking faster, and I’m back to my room in no time.
The box sits on my dresser where I left it, feeling larger than life.
I blow out a breath and give myself a quick little pep talk before I cross the room to stand before it.
Even the box is beautiful, sleek black with a deep purple glittery ribbon tied in a bow.
I take a deep breath and pull on the bow, lifting the lid before I chicken out.
Black tissue paper fills the box, neatly folded over the contents to hide them. A single piece of white paper sits atop, bright like a beacon in comparison.
A present for my queen, or tonight, my queen, is a present I plan to unwrap.
I’ve taken the liberty of picking your outfit.
Get dressed and head to my room.
Hang your robe behind my door and light some candles.
Get comfortable. I’ll meet you there at nine thirty.
Be a good girl and keep your hair down.
x Nathan
I whip around to look at the clock on my nightstand.
“Shit!” It’s already nine ten!
I turn back to the box and the note in my hand, scanning it again to make sure I didn’t miss anything.
Nope, that’s it.
