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Nathaniel’s POV
She was ruining me.
Ever since she mentioned that her father might know about us, I have spent hours thinking of how to keep a boundary between us, telling myself this was temporary, that I could stop before it went too far. But the moment I saw her tonight, standing in the doorway of my room like she belonged here, I knew I had already lost.
She wore a simple black dress, one that hugged every inch of her perfect body, teasing me with soft curves and bare skin. Her lips were painted a deep red, a color I had kissed off too many times to count. And those eyes—sharp, knowing, filled with something dangerous.
Desire. Possession.
“You’re avoiding me,” she accused, stepping inside without invitation.
I sighed, closing the door behind her. “I’ve been busy.”
She turned
