"You're going to make a mistake, Mr. Sullivan." I deliberately used his last name, knowing how easily it annoyed him.
I should have held back, but I couldn't resist teasing him.
His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened, my words clearly hitting a ner...
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"Finally I wrote it!"
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Nathaniel excited me.
Yep. It was the new thing I discovered recently, and honestly, it was unsettling.
He had this ability to get under my skin, make my pulse race without even trying. It wasn’t just the way he spoke or how he looked at me with those intense, piercing eyes.
It was the way he seemed to always know what to say—whether to annoy me, calm me, or challenge me.
It was dangerous, really.
I wasn’t used to someone having that kind of power over me. And yet, here I was, feeling the butterflies stir every time he called me "Bella" in that low, teasing voice.
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I couldn’t allow myself to get carried away by this. Nathaniel was…well, Nathaniel—confusing, unpredictable, and frustrating beyond words.
But exciting? Yeah, definitely that too.
And the worst part was, I was slowly loosing myself...which I didn't want to happen..
I slipped into comfortable clothes—an oversized shirt and shorts—trying to shake off the tension. The door knocked, and I turned my head in its direction. My breath hitched when Nathaniel stepped inside, his casual grey t-shirt and sweatpants doing little to dull his effortlessly handsome appearance.
Messy hair, sharp features, and those piercing eyes.
I swear, this man was unreal.
"Done eyeing me?" His deep voice broke through my thoughts, laced with amusement.
I quickly rolled my eyes to cover my reaction. "I wasn’t eyeing you," I shot back, my voice steady despite the heat creeping up my neck.
He chuckled, the sound rich and low. “As you say, Bella.”
"Come, sit on the bed. I'll give you a quick... massage." His voice was casual, but something about the way he said it made my heart skip a beat.
I nodded, but not without laying down the ground rules. "But this will be a strict massage. I swear, if I find your hand in even a slightly inappropriate position, I'll break your jaw." My tone was stern, my eyes narrowing to show I meant every word.
