Before I start this chapter, I want to give an important note because I know some people will be mad after the last chapter, and understandably.
I want to make it clear above all else that Nathan's actions were inexcusable. Even if he has his reasons, the way he handled it was plain cruel. I will not allow Kimberly to be one of those characters who immediately forgives the male lead as I understand how frustrating that is to read!!! So believe me when I say I'll make this man earn her forgiveness by showing her how sorry he is. You just gotta be patient :))
Anyway, I won't give too much away, I'm just giving you all a little heads up so you can all continue to read without having to worry <3
The development for both of them will make it worthwhile!
Nathan's P O V:
Sleep has never been a comforting escape for me.
During the day, it was easy to push things to the back of my mind through distractions like work. But at night, I couldn't ignore it. The memories would come soaring back, engraving themselves against the forefront of my mind as they forced me to re-live the same thing over and over again. The nightmares were persistent and unrelenting, no matter what I did, they just wouldn't fucking stop.
Last night, it had been different.
As my eyes open, I'm greeted with the morning light shining through my windows and I'm more than confused. For a moment, I think I'm dreaming. But as I look down and see her in my arms–her skin glowing under the light– I realize that she had been my escape.
I sigh shakily as I raise a hand to brush through her messy hair, my eyes unable to look anywhere but at her, and at how beautiful she looked bathed in sunlight.
Her freckles shined under natural light–painting across her skin like it was a canvas. I run my fingers down her nose, smiling when it wiggles under the soft touch. Her body was so sensitive–so honest when teased beneath my touch. It makes me think back to last night, the way she begged and took whatever I gave her without complaint, her eyes holding my own with so much trust it made it hard to breathe.
I had been too rough with her.
I look away from her innocent face, the guilt beginning to make my chest constrict. I'd allowed my anger to take control, and now look what happened. Her first time shouldn't have been under bruising hands and degrading words. It was supposed to be soft and lead with gentle kisses that showed her how much she deserved to be appreciated without having to say anything at all.
It shouldn't have been with me at all.
But fuck–if I'd ever allow it to be with anyone else.
That was the problem with me. I was greedy by nature, but when it came to her, she exceeded my own expectations. Just the thought of anyone else seeing her like this sent me spiraling and questioning my own rationale. She belonged to me in every sense of the word– body and soul. Yet I knew it was the worst possible thing for her.
Being with me would bring her nothing but heartache, but fuck, when it came to her, I was selfish. I couldn't let her go, even though I knew how much she'd fallen for me, I just couldn't.
I'd never feel the same for her. I'd made that clear to her last night, she knew my intentions loud and clear, and despite that she still allowed me to take all that she had.
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