Page 42 of Waiting Forever
“Where are you going? What did I do wrong?”
He stops and runs his hands through his hair. With his back to me, he glances over his shoulder, not quite meeting my gaze. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me.”
“For real?” I huff and step out of the Jacuzzi. “You’re using the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ excuse?”
“I gotta get my head on straight.” He swipes a towel from the nearby table and wraps it around his waist as he strolls to the open French doors.
“Nathan, stop!” I chase after him, water dripping from me. “You can’t leave like this. We just kissed.” I wave at his groin. “You liked it as much as I did. Why are you walking away?”
He stops at the house’s threshold and faces me, while I stand there drenched. His gaze takes me in, lingering on my chest and puckered nipples visible through my white bikini. His brows lower, forming a deep V. “I don’t want to ruin you.”
“Why do you think you’d ruin me?” A breeze sweeps across the yard. My skin prickles and I shiver.
“Get a towel before you get sick.” He jerks his chin in the direction of the table and another white fluffy towel.
“No.” I cross my arms over my chest and stand there quivering. “If I turn my back, you’ll leave like you did before, on my birthday.”
“We live together. You’ll see me again.” He raises his arm and points. “Now get a towel.”
I grind my teeth. “No.”
“So damn stubborn.”
“So damn bossy.”
“Kensington, get a damn towel.”
It’s freezing, but I refuse to cover myself yet. “When will you start seeing me as a woman and not a child?”
“Never.” He closes his eyes briefly and shakes his head, torment etched on his face—his favorite expression these days.
“Maybe you’re not looking close enough then.”
“I look at you just fine.” He glances away.
I almost bark out a laugh. Instead, I grow angry and bolder and do something I might regret. I untie the strings to my bikini top and bare my breasts, hoping this will get Nathan to see me differently. I may not be big on top, but what I lack in size, I make up for in perky roundness. That’s what all my exes said.
Nathan opens his mouth to speak, but the moment his eyes find my chest, the words seem to die in his throat.“Jesus. What are you doing? Cover yourself.You’re freezing.”
Funny. I don’t feel cold anymore. “What do you see now?”
He wipes his mouth, his gaze riveted on my breasts. A moment later, he rips off his towel and stalks toward me. He covers my body and puts his arm around my shoulder, guiding me into the house and down the hallway to my room.
I keep up with him, letting him lead the way because I know for a fact he wants me. The way his nostrils flared when he gazed at my breasts. The way he wiped his mouth like he was thinking about kissing them.
In my room, Nathan releases his hold on me. “You should take a shower and warm up.”
“Want to join me?”
“Don’t.” He steps back, but his tone is weak. “And don’t strip for me again.”
“Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll promise never to strip for you again.”
“I’m serious, Kensington.” His gaze is hard.
“I’m serious, too.” I adjust my grip on the damp towel around my shoulders. “Say the words and I’ll move on.”
“Move on?” His brows tighten.
