Abigail's POV
After the incidence at dinner, this evening, I found it difficult to go to sleep. My tummy grumbled uneasily, making me crave for a late night meal.
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
The sharp, familiar voice startles me as I push the kitchen door open. My hand freezes midair, still clutching the edge of the door.
Nathan stands there, leaning casually against the counter, a plate of food in his hand. He looks effortlessly disheveled in a loose hoodie, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His dark hair is slightly scattered, as though he just rolled out of bed. His piercing eyes meets mine, and that infuriating smirk I’ve come to hate spreads across his face.
I straighten my shoulders, refusing to let him unnerve me. “Neither are you.”
He raises an eyebrow, taking a slo
