HANNAH
C
arefully knocking
on Nick’s door, I took a deep, stabilizing breath as I waited for him to open the barrier. My heart thudded hard in my chest, and I dug against my fingernails as anxiety knotted my belly. In mere seconds the hunk of wood swung open, and I went wide-eyed at the sight that greeted me.
Nick wasn’t wearing a shirt, and sweat gave his skin a glossy sheen as it stretched over rippling muscles. He wasn’t as bulky as his brother, but he was obviously strong. Pursing my lips together as he swiped back his damp hair, I blinked hard before blood rushed to heat my face.
“I- I’m sorry- James… he’s not here, and I-“ Trailing off as Nick held up a hand to stop my pathetic attempt at speech, I clenched my jaw together tightly.
“I actually wanted to see you, Hannah. Come in
