I spent the following weeks trying to work out the enigma that was Nathan Thorne, but to no avail. After his mood-altering comments, he had escaped, returning sometime later as the man I’d known up to that point. With careful glances, I watched the way he interacted with others, but there was no hint of the pain I’d seen in his beautiful features.
Whatever plagued him was hidden well under his charismatic personality and good looks. The one glimpse I’d been privy to kept me up at night. What an odd thing for a man like him to say.
I should’ve been more concerned with the fact that I was losing sleep over a man I couldn’t get along with—something I couldn’t afford as I already didn’t sleep much—and he’d become the star in all of my fantasies.
“Morning,” I said with a yawn as I trudged in
