Hailee's POV
As I dressed, I felt Nathan's steady and unblinking gaze on me. He wasn't just watching me… he was studying me, as if trying to memorize every detail of me. It was the kind of look that made my chest tighten, the kind that whispered he knew… he knew this might be the last time he'd see me.
I swallowed hard, forcing down the lump rising in my throat. Turning to face him, I tried to mask the storm of emotions inside me. But the way his eyes narrowed, the quiet intensity in them… it was as if he could already sense that something was wrong.
Slowly, he pushed himself up from the bed, wearing nothing but his loose pants. My breath caught as he closed the space between us, making his alluring scent envelop my entire senses. When he reached me, his fingers found my chin, warm and gentle, tilting my face upward until I had no choice but to meet his gaze.
"Hailee…" his voice was low, curious, "what are you hiding from me?"
