His lips blaze over my skin, heating it in his wake, and then his phone goes again.
I lean back so I’m able to look into his eyes. “Nathan, please don’t tell me that's her again?”
He lowers me to the sofa, hovering over me, and reaches for his phone.
“Sorry,” he says, sounding contrite as he lets out a heavy sigh.
“Listen, I know you care about what happens to her, Nathan, but what are you supposed to do if she won’t help herself? Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.”
His nostrils flare slightly as he takes in my words.
“I know, it’s just hard.”
My hand rubs up and down his back, pulling him closer until more of his weight is bearing down on me. I love how heavy he is. I don’t think I can ever get close enough to this man.
“It's because you’re one of the good ones. You’ve tried to help her, and she’s yet to do anything about it.”
His phone rings again, and if I’m honest, it's starting to get on my last nerve.
“Answer it, or switch it off, Nathan. Just make a choice.”
I drop my arms and push on his chest, trying unsuccessfully to slip out from underneath him.
“Please don’t be angry with me,” he says, his eyes searching my face.
Sighing, I reach up and cup the back of his neck.
“I’m not, Nathan, but if you’re going to be here, then be here.”
Maybe it’s not fair of me to put that on him. I know how much he cares. It's why I’ve fallen for him. I swallow hard at the revelation.
Clearing my throat, I let go of his neck.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I say, my voice catching at the end.
He lifts himself up and gently pulls me to my feet, kissing my forehead as I retreat to the confines of my bathroom.
Gripping the sink, I take a deep breath and stare at my reflection in the mirror.
I’m in love with Nathan, and it feels like the most natural thing to ever happen to me.
But the thought of him not reciprocating those feelings tugs at the cavity in my chest, and I find it hard to catch a breath.
“Shit.”
It’s not just that I’ve fallen for him. It’s how much. I’ve never felt like this about anyone, and we’ve only been together for a short time.
I need a drink.
Leaving the bathroom, I head to the kitchen. I grab a glass, pull out the bottle of wine from the fridge, and unscrew the lid. I can’t ignore the tremble in my fingers as I pour myself a generous glass. Taking a huge gulp, I let out a slight shudder.
“You okay?”
I almost jump as Nathan comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.
“Yeah, fine,” I lie.
“I turned my phone off,” he says, pulling me closer.
