Abigail’s POV
A gentle morning light seeps into my room, and the sun just started to rise. I am lying at the foot of my bed, my mind busy with the encounter of the previous night. Nathan’s face lingers in my mind—his smug grin, the teasing glint in his eyes, the way he leaned in so close, leaving me frozen and breathless. I still can sense the heat of the scene and it makes me upset in a way I'd like to keep quiet.
I shake my head, all in an attempt to forget. I shouldn’t be thinking about him. Nathan is frustrating, irritating, and impossible to deal with. He's a walking migraine, and I'm saying no to letting him get under my skin.
But the thought of how close he came to kissing me keeps creeping back, no matter how much I want to forget about it.
Plunging to my feet, I catch my brea
