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 s*x 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 beg
