It’d been a week since I admitted to myself I was altered. That Nathan had altered me. The growing feelings for him I’d kept hidden were out. The night after we left the club made me face that fact. How I thought and felt about him changed. He wasn’t the asshole I thought he was when I first met him. He was a broken man, and it made me wonder—can two broken souls make one whole person?He intrigued me, it wasn’t only sex anymore. Every time his guard dropped around me, I saw the real Nathan, and I liked him. I wanted him. Every day I needed him more. Any thought of leaving him and returning to the way we were was painful.One week had passed since he conceded to letting himself have something with me. It was undefined and not spoken about out loud, little different than it was in the beginning. The exception was that every night he was either in my bed, or I was in his. It started on Saturday night when he showed up at my door just before midnight and took me against the wall

 Nathan never brought up my declaration in the following weeks. At least not in words. Sometimes I caught his expression flicker, like he was thinking about what I told him—about being his. It faded as soon as it showed up, and I figured that the thought of it made him edgy.Every day, his agitation grew. It was subtle, hiding in his perfected act, so most people didn’t notice, but I knew him better than they did. His fingers combed and tugged at his hair and neck more often, his leg bounced in an increasing tempo, and his fuse became shorter.All in all, he was a ticking time bomb.His nightmares shook the bed almost every night. His grip was bone crushing as he clung to me, trying to keep it all in. I soothed him as best I could, but I knew it would take more than me to fix him. He needed to let it all out, not keep it in. Purge himself of the emotions he kept tightly locked away. Pot calling the kettle, coming from me, but his pain was earth shattering compared to my own.

 My fists clenched in the fabric of his shirt, my gaze glaring. I couldn’t believe all that had happened in the last hour. It was unbelievable what he had done and that Andrew could smell it on me. I was so embarrassed and pissed…and still turned on. I had to be a sick pervert.“What the fuck was that all about?”He smirked in that damned way he always did.“He noticed.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Good.”His hands moved to grab my ass, pulling me against his body.My hand smacked against his chest. “I can’t fucking believe you.”“You’re the one who said you were mine,” he said, throwing my words back at me. “I was just making it known.”I pushed out of his arms and stepped back, regarding him warily. His arms crossed in front of his chest, closing himself off. “You’re always trying to push me away, but I want you to think about it. I mean really think about me no longer being around…or better yet, me with another man, s

 It was dark, midnight black. Everything was. It always was.It was my room, but it wasn’t…not anymore. It hadn’t been for a long time. It was sparse. Empty. Nothing on the walls, not even color. Blank.A dream or a nightmare; I didn’t know which.I heard…nothing. It was safe to move. I exited the room, my feet sliding across the hardwood.I stumbled through the dark. My hands found the wall and I followed it to the open space of the living room. An eerie glow appeared, shining through the window, illuminating little, but it wasn’t enough to create shadows.They moved against the wall, sending shivers through me.I knew the place, or I had known it. It had been many years since I was last here. Since I last saw…“Dad…”Slap!My head was flung to the side, my body twisting with the momentum, my hand slapping against the wall to keep me upright. My eyes opened, but I kept looking down. I turned my head as slow as possible. I started shaking more and more as my gaze inched

 He left me wanting, just as he’d intended. Left to sit all day, bare under my skirt without my ruined, confiscated panties, and so turned on my thighs were going to be chafed from rubbing together. I was also afraid of a wet spot appearing on my skirt, telling all what a wanton slut I was, though they didn’t know who for.I went about my work, and of course, before ten hit, the Boob Squad was making their appearance. Two days without seeing him appeared to be torturous.It would be…for me. Then again, he was with me and not them.He called me his, and was very adamant about that fact, but in terms of a relationship? I wasn’t sure. Our constant limbo had me on edge, and the only thing that calmed me was his touch. He anchored me then, cementing me to him.I was happy Kelly didn’t stay too long. She was becoming almost scary in her stalker tendencies as she stepped backward out of the office so she was able to continue staring at him for as long as possible. Never mind that s