Nathaniel's POV.
I didn’t look back.
Even though every part of me wanted to.
I walked out of the club like I hadn’t just been told, again, that I was a mistake she regretted. Like her words hadn’t landed like knives beneath my skin.
“Last time I followed you, I ended up in your bed.”
Yeah.
I remember.
She was hard to forget.
I remember her breathless gasps in the dark, the way she clung to me like I was the only thing that meant something to her in the world. I remember the trembling in her voice, and the soft moans that still haunted my nights. That night wasn't just sex, it was a shift. A dangerous shift.
And here I was, dangerously shifted.
The moment I stepped out into the night, I exhaled hard, rubbing a hand down my face as the club door clicked shut behind me. I leaned against the side of my car, letting the silence soak in.
This really is it.
God, what the hell was wrong with me?
She said no.
Again.
And like a masochist, I kept showing up.
Wanting more.
Chasing something
