Nathan’s Point of View
Her hand fit so perfectly in mine, it was almost annoying. We walked down 5th Avenue, weaving through foot traffic like it was just another Tuesday— like I hadn’t upended her entire morning with a proposal that definitely wasn't in the script.
It had to happen. To make this work and for my father to believe because he will be sniffing around for answers.
She was pretending not to enjoy this. I could see it in the way her lips kept trying not to twitch upward. Her shoulders were still stiff, her spine straight like she was at a board meeting.
But the way she let me hold her hand without pulling away? That told me everything I needed to know.
She gets to boss me around even more and she loves doing that. One of her favorite parts of her job.
“You always walk thi
