“Can we talk in the car?”
Night had fallen, the town quiet as most retreated indoors. Still, someone might pass—catch us locked in this charged embrace. The restaurant’s lingering patrons and staff could spill out any second, too…
Panic flickered in me, my eyes begging as I tugged his collar.
Nate caught my look and faltered, a rare flush of awkwardness crossing him. Clearing his throat twice, he ushered me into the car.
To him, my usual muted features sprang to life when I pleaded—eyes vivid, lips parted in a way that teased, tempting him to bite. His blood surged, a primal heat flaring through him.
Just like that engagement night.
This girl, with the slightest shift in expression, could unravel him completely.
The air in the car thickened, heavy and inescapable. Nate didn’t set me
