Sienna
NATE LET go of me slowly.
Like he was giving me time to adjust and gather my strength after that mindblowing o****m his fingers just gave me.
When my vision cleared, Nate still didn't step away.
He just lifted my chin slightly, guiding my face to look up at him as if testing how easily I would meet his eyes.
His gaze dropped briefly to my hand—and stopped.
The diamond ring. Marcus's ring.
His fingers caught my wrist before I could hide it. He turned my hand palm-up and traced the ring with his thumb—with the same finger that rubbed me down there senselessly.
"Still wearing this," he murmured.
I didn't answer.
His thumb pressed lightly over the stone. Then his voice lowered. "Does it feel heavier now?" he asked. "Or does it still make your heart race…
