Page 46 of Broken-Hearted

It’s a blur.

All I know is we’re both bleary-eyed as Nathan picks me up off the floor and carries me to the bed before he’s kissing me again.

The next morning, I wake up first.

“I feel you watching me,” Nathan says, eyes closed.

“I’m pondering my life choices.”

He opens his eyes and turns to look at me. “What kind of life choices?”

“Like why I haven’t kicked you out of my bed.”

“And your response?”

I search his face, thinking hard. “I’m not sure.”

He kisses me. It’s so soft and perfect that I instantly return it. “And now?”

My eyes flutter closed as I loop my arms around his neck. “Haven’t formed a decision yet. Need more conclusive evidence to decide.”

He smiles. “Any particular kind of proof?”

“Uh…”

He angles down. “Because there are one or two things I could do to?—”

A knock sounds at the door.

I shove him off the bed and jump up, stuffing a shirt over my head as I rush to answer it. “Coming!”

It’s Dayne. And it is still so early I recoil from the bright sunlight.

I try to look casual. From his arched eyebrow, I figure I have some work to do. “Uh, hi! Dayne. Something wrong?”

“I was looking for Nate. None of us can find him, and it’s not like him to be up so early. He’s like Talis. Morning sunlight is like kryptonite to them. You haven’t seen him, have you?”

“Nate? No. Never seen him before.”

He stares at me, then slowly backs up. “Right. If you see him, then let him know I’m looking for him.”

“Will do,” I promise.

His eyes flick over my shoulder and he blinks, then he walks away before I can decipher his expression.

I close the door, relieved I got away with it.

Until I turn around.

Nathan is lying in the middle of my bed, not doing a damn thing to hide his nudity. Which means Dayne saw him. He knew I was lying, yet he said nothing.

“What are you doing?” I demand.

His gaze dips. “Trying to persuade you to come back to bed.”

“No. We have to stop doing…” I gesture toward him as my eyes keep wanting to slide south instead of sticking to his face. “This. We have to stop it before everyone finds out.”

His expression tightens, and I mentally curse myself.

---