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It’s not the first time I’ve been this close to him, but it is the first time under these new circumstances and in the midst of all the zaps and jolts and dreams that he’s always the main character of.
Dreams that leave me soaked and aching for a single touch.
“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice is as stiff as his body, but he doesn’t step back or push me away.
He remains there like a sturdy wall that I always want to climb.
“Can’t you help me put the bracelet on?”
“I said no.”
“What’s wrong with doing it?”
I pause at my own words.
Doing it.
Me and Nate.
Nate and me doing it.
Shit. I need to rinse my mind with bleach and hope all the dirty thoughts disappear.
“Go back to your party, Gwyneth.”
I twist my lips in disapproval. He never calls me by the nickname everyone uses for me, and I hate it.
Gwyneth sounds impersonal and detached.
Putting distance between us is the last thing I want, so I push my body forward, toying with an invisible line where his world is separated from mine.
I’m crushing that line, decimating it, burning it to ashes.
Because I’m an adult now and I can do that.
“I want to be right here, Nate.”
His thick brows dip in the middle. “What did you just call me?”
“Nate,” I say, lower this time, a little bit uncertain, a little bit scared. Because, holy shit, his deep, rough voice and the tightness in his body can be terrifying.
My thoughts are confirmed when he says firmly, with an authoritativeness that strikes me straight in my bones, “It’s Uncle Nate.”
“I don’t want to call you that anymore.”
“It’s not up to you to decide. It’s Uncle Nate, got it?”
I swallow at his non-negotiable tone and the firm edge to it. No wonder he’s a force to be reckoned with in the courtroom. If I were a criminal, I’d be on my knees right now.
Hell, I’d be on my knees even without the criminal part.
“Answer me, Gwyneth.”
“Yeah. Okay. Got it.”
He narrows his eyes at that and I know he hates it, my using two or three different terms for the same thing. He told me so once, to measure my words before letting them loose, but I’m not as disciplined or as assertive as he is. Never was and probably never will be.
But a part of me longs to be, because if I am, he’ll see me as a woman, not a kid.
