Chapter 9 Nath

• I stand by the door for a beat, staring at the wall, trying to process what just happened. And then the ridiculous thought hits me...Wait… I’m supposed to be her fiancé. Why am I also freaking out?
• I pace, running a hand over my face, replaying that split-second image of wet skin, water glistening over curves I shouldn’t be noticing.
• When the door finally opens, she steps out, fully dressed and glaring like she’s ready to stab me with the hairdryer.