“I never thought you’d confessed that,” Nate wallowed in surprise as he stared at the woman lying on his bed, with her long chestnut hair falling like waves over her shoulders, the indication of their recent boisterous activity. A fierce emotion gripped him, as he finally allowed himself to feel everything he’d suppressed for the past days, years even.
She shrugged dispassionately, the action reminiscent of someone who was too defeated to fight anymore and he hastened to put his arms around her. Gone was her fiery attitude, her argumentative stance. Instead, there was a woman who appeared to have resigned to her fate and he hated it.
“I remember the first time you said the same words to me,” he continued on a milder tone, a benign smile appearing in spite of himself with the fond memori
