Aria.
In the bathtub with Nathaniel, I hurried to the opposite end of the tub. He attempted to move forward toward me, but I stopped him, beyond flustered.
“Don’t move forward.” I stared at the bubbles, thankful I could see nothing.
He realized why I wanted to keep away from me and a deep, rich laughter erupted from his throat. Of course, he would find it funny.
“Are you hurt though?”
I shook my head,” I’d leave in a second. Hold on.” I tried to stand, but it was too slippery, my foot lost its stand and I fell back into the tub, his hand dragging me back to safety.
“Be careful, Ria,” he scolded. “What are you so scared of?”
“You,” I blurted out, trying to shrink out of his arms and his naked feel, but he held me firm.
“Am I so scary?”
“You are no longer scary; that’s what
