Chloe’s pov
"I'm not jealous," I lied, my voice rising an octave. "I don't care if Megan stands on your toes and sings to you. You can take her to your room for all I care."
Nash’s smile widened, a real, genuine grin breaking through the exhaustion on his face. It transformed him completely, erasing the brutal lines of his face and leaving behind something devastatingly handsome.
"You're terrible at lying," he murmured, his thumb still stroking my wrist. "Your scent gives you away every time."
"My scent isn't saying anything," I insisted, pulling against his grip again. "Let go of me, Nash. I have to finish the row."
Instead of letting go, Nash pulled gently.
My feet gave way, and I stumbled forward a single step, my chest colliding softly against his broad, solid torso. His free han
