Hailee's POV
His body went still for a second, as if my sudden move had short-circuited his thoughts. Then, with a low, almost involuntary sound deep in his chest, Nathan's hands came up—one cupping the back of my head, the other sliding around my waist—and he kissed me back. It wasn't hesitant. It wasn't careful.
It was heat and hunger all at once, his mouth claiming mine like he'd been holding back for far too long. The back of my knees brushed the edge of his bed, and I realized I'd been walking backward without even noticing. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, holding on like I'd drown if I let go.
When he finally pulled back, his breath was ragged. His eyes, dark and sharp, searched mine like he was trying to read every thought in my head.
"Hailee…" he said slowly, almost like a warning. "Do you even know what you're doing?"
"Yes." My voice didn't shake, even though my heart was a drum in my chest. "I know exactly what I'm doing."
