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“Nah. She just looks a lot like you, that’s all,” he retorts shyly, unaware that those shy smiles of his make me weak in the knees.
“Thank you,” I say in earnest. “I loved her very much.”
“I can tell.” He smiles. “She looks like she was a force of nature. Just like her granddaughter.”
“I hope so. Before Nana married my grandfather and moved here, she was a makeup artist for a big Hollywood film studio. You’ll find a lot more pictures of her with a bunch of starlets on the walls around the house. Nana loved being in the limelight. I think that’s why she had a big family of her own. Nana loved to be loved just as much as she loved giving it.”
“Is that where your love for this came from?” Nate says, running his fingers through my sleeve of tattoos, unaware that his touch just sent a jolt of electricity through my whole body.
“I… um… yes,” I stutter before grabbing the knob to his bedroom and flinging it wide open.
If Nate wasn’t watching me so attentively, I would have slapped my forehead for being so moronic.
Get it together, Lottie.
He’s touched you before.
“This isn’t your room,” he states matter-of-factly.
“No, it’s yours.” I hike a brow. “But how did you know this wasn’t my room?”
“Because I know you.”
“Is that so?” I place my hands on my hips. “Then be my guest. See if you can find my room.”
“I do enjoy a challenge.” He smirks, awakening a beating pulse in between my thighs.
He drops his bag inside his bedroom and proceeds to open every door on the third floor, trying to find my bedroom. When he fails to do so, he frowns and runs up the last flight of stairs to the third floor. I run right after him as he opens every door until he comes to the second one on the right—the bedroom with the best view of the ocean seafront.
“This is your room,” he deadpans victoriously.
“You found it.” I smile nervously.
With a triumphant grin on his lips, he struts into my room, paying close attention to every detail surrounding him. I close the door behind us as he runs his hand over each neat surface while taking in the kaleidoscope of colors coming from my walls, each one covered mainly by old Vinyl records, posters of pin-up models, and Polaroid photographs of my family and me out on the beach.
“This whole room feels like you,” he says in awe, taking in everything around it. “Even if you hadn’t told me, I’d still know this is your room.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“It’s a very good thing,” he says when he turns to face me, his eyes more molten gold than hazel. “Have you… brought many friends up here before? Aside from your family, that is.”
“Just Piper,” I confess.
“Not your boyfriend?”
My forehead creases as I shake my head.
“No boys at all?” he continues interrogating, walking back towards me.
“No. This is my little sanctuary away from home. It’s special. I wouldn’t feel comfortable sharing it with just anyone.”
“But you feel comfortable sharing it with me?” he asks, and I don’t miss how he takes another stride in my direction, forcing me to take one back.
“I guess I do.” I swallow hard.
“So I’m the first boy to ever be invited to your room?” he asks, the ghost of a coy smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he takes another step forward.
“I could hardly call you a boy,” I rebuke, taking another step back until my back is fully pressed against the closed door.
