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    Nathan couldn’t even look me in the eye anymore and softly said, “I guess I’ll just use them slowly since they’ll alle in handy eventually.”

    My mood instantly lifted. A man’s blush really was a catalyst. Tonight might be another sleepless night.

    Nathan took me up to the second floor and led me to his master bedroom.

    It was a spacious room with a balcony outside, and it felt quite open with hardly any clutter.

    Nathan quietly said, “Why don’t you go take a shower? I’ll tidy up the bed.”

    I looked down at my work outfit and replied, “I didn’t bring a sleeping shirt.”

    Nathan opened his closet, and I saw a row of dress shirts in mostly ck, white, gray, and blue.

    He handed me a white shirt and said, “You can wear mine.”

    I epted it and headed to the bathroom.

    Once inside, I realized that a man’s bathroom is really quite simple. Luckily, he had a bottle of men’s face wash that I could use to wash my face.

    Nathan knocked on the door. “I forgot to give you a towel. Come get it.”

    I walked over and grabbed the towel.

    When I came out, the room was neatly organized, looking even tidier than before.

    Nathan was leaning against the bookshelf, his eyes fixed on me, intense and focused.

    With just his shirt on, it was clear how tempting I was.

    Mainly because of my figure and smooth skin, plus my workout and diet, I felt pretty attractive.

    In the light, my messy long hair seemed to shine, and Nathan leaned in closer, his breathing deeper as he said, “Take a look at a book for a bit; I’ll be right back.”

    I nodded.

    Sitting in his chair, I reached for a book I could understand, flipped through a few pages, but couldn’t focus on any words.

    But then something caught my eye–a framed photo nearby. I picked it up and saw a picture of a family of five.

    The boy in the middle, around ten years old, was probably Nathan, with his grandparents and a middle–aged man. I didn’t see his mother in the picture.

    I thought Nathan didn’t quite resemble his father, but he had the same strong brow.

    They say daughters take after their fathers, like Yvonne looks like Jared, and sons tend to look like their mothers, so Nathan might look like his mom.

    If he’s this good–looking, she must be a beauty too

    When Nathan came bout/b, he was only wrapped in a towel, drying himself off with another towel, and when he saw me holding the frame, he walked over.

    “This is my family; they’re all gone now,” he said, sadness in his voice.

    I looked at him, feeling sympathetic, and said, “No matter where they are, they must be proud of you.”

    Nathan smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I hope so.”

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    I didn’t want to bring up his family anymore, and he seemed fine with that. He went downstairs to feed Goldie and came back up to find me.

    I was standing on the balcony, surrounded by thick trees that blocked the view, adding a hint of tranquility and privacy.

    Nathan walked over and gently pressed against me from behind. He didn’t say anything; he just leaned his face against the back of my neck, sending

    waves of warmth.

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    “Let’s go inside,” he said, reaching for my hand.

    I followed him into the room, and once the balcony door was closed, the cool air from the AC felt refreshing.

    Nathan backed me against the door of the balcony and pulled the curtains shut.

    He approached me gently, inch by inch, making the night feel romantic and intimate.

    I really loved this feeling of being respected and cared for.

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