Chapter 69 Don’t Make Me Wait Too Long
Nate’s warm breath ghosted over Corinne’s skin, his lips brushing her cheek with featherlight precision before his head nestled into the delicate curve of her neck.
His movements were both restrained and charged with intensity, each gesture steeped in fervent desire.
His arms tightened around her, drawing her closer as if she might slip
away at any moment.
“Nate, you’re hurting me,” Corrine protested, shifting uneasily against his
hold.
A low chuckle rumbled in Nate’s chest, his breath grazing her ear in a way that sent an involuntary shiver down her spine.
“Corrine, don’t make me wait too long.” His voice was smooth and rich, laced with a subtle hint of a smile that was undeniably captivating.
In a heartbeat, her breath faltered, and her composure unraveled in the face of his undeniable magnetism.
The sudden jolt of the car stopping broke the moment. Flustered, she pushed him away with trembling hands and stumbled out as if seeking refuge from his overwhelming presence.
Nate’s gaze followed her hurried retreat, a wry smile curving his lips- dangerously charming, yet tinged with mischief.
He rubbed his fingers, as though savoring the memory of her touch, a reminder of the connection he was loath to relinquish.
Though he prided himself on patience and unwavering control, those virtues seemed to unravel effortlessly in her presence.
There was something about her a pull he couldn’t resist that made his possessiveness flare with a force he hadn’t anticipated.
For Nate, emotions like affection had always been an unnecessary indulgence, and women were merely fleeting companions.
But Corrine had shattered those beliefs. She had unseated his logic, leaving him to grapple with feelings he had never intended to entertain.
Her essence lingered in his mind, and he found himself consumed by curiosity, driven to uncover every nuance of her being.
She was a disruption he hadn’t anticipated, a presence that defied his carefully constructed rules.
What began as a fleeting intrigue had deepened into something profound, something that now felt beyond his control.
Perhaps she truly was his destined encounter.
Nate unlocked his phone and navigated to Corrine’s chat on WhatsApp. His fingers hovered briefly before typing. “Goodnight.”
In her room, Corrine had just begun to steady her racing pulse, only for her heart to leap again when Nate’s message appeared.
She casually switched her phone to vibrate and set it face down on the table, deliberately avoiding it as she headed to the bathroom.
The warm water embraced her, washing away the day’s exhaustion with its soothing touch.
Her hair floated lazily around her shoulders, spreading out like strands of seaweed drifting on the water’s surface.
She leaned against the tub’s edge, her fingers idly swirling the crimson liquid in her wine glass.
Nate’s voice lingered in her mind, the words resonating softly yet deeply. “Corrine, don’t make me wait too long.”
He had claimed to understand her fears, perceiving the delicate layers of her guarded heart. Though their meetings had been brief, she couldn’t deny the profound effect his unwavering yet tender demeanor had left on
her.
But could she truly allow him to step into her life?
They had known each other for only a few fleeting days, and she knew so little about him. Could he really be worth the risk?
She downed the last sip of wine, letting its warmth spread through her as she rested her head against the tub’s cool surface and closed her eyes.
When she emerged from the bathroom, the faint vibration of her phone. drew her attention.
She approached hesitantly, just in time to see Nate’s name flashing on the screen as another call came through.
Corrine hesitated, her thumb hovering before she finally swiped to answer.
“Corrine?” Nate’s voice was deep and rich, carrying a subtle warmth that made her heart clench and race all at once.
She inhaled slowly, steadying herself before responding in an even tone, “Is there something you needed?”
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