The moment the words left her mouth, the air in the room seemed to freeze.
A heavy, indescribable silence spread through the study.
Nora hadn't expected her inner monologue to slip out like that. Thinking back to how she had just boldly tested his muscles, she suddenly felt like a total creep!
But she was honestly just stating facts.
Nathan's physique was entirely in a league of its own.
Even professional bodybuilders would have to bow down.
Because his body wasn't built by steroids or gym vanity; it was forged through relentless, brutal real-world combat.
Although she had never seen Nathan in a real fight, she knew by reputation that he was the undisputed king of close-quarters combat in the Arvendale Region.
Criminals who ran into him didn't wonder if they could escape; they wondered if they would literally die of exhaustion before he caught them.
His record involved chasing a suspect for thirty-six hours straight without a wink of sleep. When the criminal finally collapsed from pure exhaustion, Nathan used sheer willpower to handcuff them together before finally passing out himself.
The criminal later cursed him out from a prison cell, swearing Nathan wasn't human.
He even complained that with that kind of endurance, Nathan should be running marathons instead of hunting people down.
While everyone silently ignored the ravings of a murderer.
It had to be said—Nathan was genuinely terrifying.
The slightly hilarious part was that someone actually did invite him to run a marathon later on.
But Nathan turned it down, claiming he was too busy.
"I didn't realize I was so highly regarded in my Nora's heart."
Nathan's voice snapped her back to reality.
Nora looked at him in surprise, but before she could speak, his presence closed in on her, and a heavy, consuming warmth captured her lips.
At first, Nathan kept the kiss light, just testing the waters.
But he quickly grew unsatisfied, effortlessly parting her lips to deepen the kiss and command her entirely.
Yet, curled up against Nathan, she fit against him flawlessly.
His muscular arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, radiating an intoxicating sense of absolute security.
"Happy that you're with me right now."
"Happy that you think I'm so great."
"And happy..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
But the deeply satisfied look on his face gave everything away.
Nora's face burned hot. She lightly smacked his chest. "That's enough!"
Nathan let out a muffled grunt, the impact vibrating through his chest.
"What, are you done kissing and want to try another method?"

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