Mag-log inThe Things I Never Did
Natalie's POV
The moment the door closed behind us, I realized I was still holding Marcus's hand. Neither of us let go.
For a few seconds we simply stood in the quiet of my entryway. My cheek still carried the dull ache from Daniel's punch, but it wasn't the pain occupying my mind. It was Marcus — the way he'd looked at me after it happened, his whole body gone rigid, as if the only thing keeping him from tearing Daniel apart had been the sound of m
Choosing UsNatalie's POVI woke slowly, the way you do when you don't want to open your eyes because some part of you is afraid the thing you're enjoying will disappear the moment you do.Warmth surrounded me. An arm was draped loosely across my waist, heavy enough to remind me I wasn't alone, gentle enough that I could move if I wanted to. I stayed still a few seconds longer, listening to the quiet rhythm of breathing behind me, until I felt fingers brush a strand of hair from my cheek.My lips curved before I even opened my eyes.“You're awake,” Marcus said, his voice low, rough with sleep.I turned my head. He was already watching me, hair a mess, his face softer than the one I knew from the office, something almost boyish in the way he looked at me that made me want to laugh.“How long have you been staring?”“Long enough.”“That's creepy.”“Probably.”I laughed softly. His fingers moved through my hai
The Things I Never DidNatalie's POVThe moment the door closed behind us, I realized I was still holding Marcus's hand. Neither of us let go.For a few seconds we simply stood in the quiet of my entryway. My cheek still carried the dull ache from Daniel's punch, but it wasn't the pain occupying my mind. It was Marcus — the way he'd looked at me after it happened, his whole body gone rigid, as if the only thing keeping him from tearing Daniel apart had been the sound of my voice. The way he'd listened when I told him I didn't want Daniel to have the rest of my night. He hadn't argued. He hadn't told me what I should do. He'd simply taken my hand.Now he stood in front of me, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him, close enough to smell his cologne and the night still clinging to his coat. Close enough that if I leaned in half a step, my mouth would be on his.“How's your cheek?”I touched it lightly. “Sore.”His eyes s
Never YoursMarcus's POVDaniel was standing across the street like he'd been there long enough to become part of the night.That was what bothered me first. Not his expression, not the way his eyes moved from Natalie to me — the fact that his SUV was parked where he could see the house clearly, engine off, windows dark. He hadn't just arrived. He'd been waiting.The porch light threw a thin yellow line across the steps. Beyond it, the street held the particular quiet of a residential block after a certain hour—a dog two houses down, a television muted behind a curtain, nothing else. Daniel stood in that quiet like it belonged to him, like the night had been arranged for his convenience.Natalie's fingers loosened a bit from mine. I felt the warmth leave first, then the pressure, then the simple fact of her hand, which I'd been holding since we left the car as though it were the most important thing in the world.Daniel crossed the str
SunshineNatalie's POVThe week had nearly slipped away when Marcus appeared in my doorway, no file in hand, which meant this probably wasn't about work.“Is there something you need?”“I was wondering if you're free tomorrow evening.”I narrowed my eyes. “That sounds suspicious.”“It's a question.”“About?”“Dinner.” He stepped farther into the office, his gaze never leaving mine. “I'd like to take you on a date.”A date. An actual date.“With you?” I asked, apparently having lost the ability to say anything intelligent.“That was the general idea.”I laughed under my breath and looked down at my desk, suddenly aware of how warm my face had gone. “What time?”“Seven. Tomorrow.”I considered pretending I needed time to think about it, but there was no point. I already knew the answer. “Okay. I'll go.”His expression softened. “Good.” He started toward the door, then looked
After Natalie's POV The kisses had ended, but my body had not gotten the message. Saturday morning, I packed Noah's bag and kept my voice light. Extra socks. The stuffed animal he would pretend he did not need until he did. A spare shirt, because he always found a way to ruin the first one before lunch. He hugged me hard at the door, the way he always did when he could tell, without being told, that I needed it more than he did that morning. Then he left. The house changed the moment it closed. I had wanted the quiet. I had told myself a weekend without having to be anyone's mother would give me room to think. Instead, the rooms felt too large. The silence had edges I hadn't noticed before, sharp in places I usually filled without thinking — the hallway where Noah's socked feet usually thundered past, the kitchen table set for one instead of two. I made breakfast I did not eat. I folded laundry that did not need folding. I stood at the kitchen sink longer than I needed to, s
The First KissNatalie’s POVBy Friday, I had discovered that working with Marcus was becoming dangerous for reasons that had nothing to do with Daniel. The problem was proximity.Before his confession, I could sit across from him in a conference room and keep my mind on the work. I could watch him turn a page without wondering what his hands would feel like. I could hear him say my name and treat it like a name, not like something I had been carrying around all week.Now every small thing had a second meaning. The way he leaned over my shoulder to look at a design. The brief brush of his sleeve against mine in the corridor. The quiet look we exchanged when someone in a meeting said something ridiculous and neither of us wanted to laugh.None of it was enough to call anything. It was enough to make me aware of him. And awareness, I was learning, did not switch off just because I







