{Martha's POV}
I stared at my reflection once more, my gaze lingering on my brunette hair. A small thought crossed my mind, it could use some curling. With a sigh, I turned to gather my clothes from the bed, folding them neatly before walking over to put them in my closet.
“I’m sorry, duty calls,” Nathan’s voice broke the silence as he entered the room, slipping his phone into his pocket.
I glanced at him over my shoulder, smiling softly. “I understand. Your job always demands your attention.”
Shutting the closet door, I turned to face him. Nathan was leaning against the doorframe, his piercing eyes fixed on me. The intensity of his gaze sent warmth rushing to my cheeks, making it hard to hold his stare.
Heat crept up my sleeves as I fiddled with the hem of my dress. The way he looke
