Violet
With a lump in my throat, I stared at the guy who always seemed to walk like he owned the place. His hair was in a bun, his black shirt hugged every line of muscle, and he looked so good in those pants.
Too f*****g good, and I despised myself for noticing.
While Kylan didn’t give me any time of the day, Dylan, who was right beside him, shot me a smile which I had returned.
Since when did those two get so close anyway?
And where was Nate?
I didn’t have to wonder long. The door opened, and Nate walked in, immediately locking his eyes onto mine. He looked handsome as always, with that friendly, approachable smile that never seemed to vanish.
My heart skipped a beat, and I wasn’t sure if it was from relief or nerves. After days of no contact, seeing him brought a confusing rush
