Chapter 22 The Diner

• Nathan’s POV
• I hardly slept last night. I kept wanting to reach out to Amelie and apologize profusely, but I couldn’t get the image of her out of my head. That’s all she needed was for me to show up at her door with a raging hard-on. I got up, pulled on jeans and a black T-shirt, and headed downstairs. Amelie is sitting on the couch, flipping through one of the magazines taken off my coffee table. She’s dressed in my t-shirt and sweats and has her hair up in a messy bun. She looks hot as fuck.
• “Morning, Amelie,” I said, smiling.