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“Nate?”
His passive face turned into a frown when I said his name.
“Oh, sorry, Nathaniel.” I corrected myself, realizing I used a name only reserved for a special few. “What are you doing here?”
“My shower isn’t working,” he said like I should understand why he was at my door at seven in the morning.
“Okay, sorry?”
“I need to use yours.”
His request threw me a little. Last I checked, the man wanted nothing to do with me, and now he was knocking at my door asking for favors.
“Are you asking or demanding?”
“Does it matter?” He shrugged.
“Yes, it does. You can’t just come to someone’s door demanding things, especially when you don’t like the other person in question.”
He stared at me blankly.
“Can’t you ask someone else? Last I checked, you didn’t want to be within a fifty feet radius of me.”
“Trust me, if I could help it, I would not be here right now. I came here as a last resort.”
“You aren’t helping your case as to why I should even help you.”
He let out an exasperated sigh. “I have work in the next hour and need a shower.”
“Say, please.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“It would be the polite thing to do. Don’t you think?” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“May I please use your shower, Amelia?”
My face split into a megawatt smile. “Since you asked so nicely, you can.”
I stepped aside and allowed him to come into the small studio apartment. Nathan stepped inside, his large frame taking up significant space. I closed the door behind me and stared at him for a moment.
It astounded me how he and Jacob could be related. They were opposites in every single way. Nathan was built like a freaking tank, whereas Jacob had this nerdier skinny vibe going for him. Where Jacob still had that boyish charm, Nathaniel was a full-blown man. The stubble on his jaw only added to that rugged look.
Heat poured into my veins, and I quickly reminded myself that this was my unofficial nemesis. He was not my friend, and there was no way I could feel any kind of…feelings for him.
“The bathroom is right over there.” I pointed to the only door in my studio. “It’s small, so may have to umm…squeeze.”
He gave me something between a hum and a grunt.
He walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. I stood in my place until I heard the turning on of the water.
I walked back to the kitchen island and finished what I had been doing before I decided to go and start on my breakfast.
I tried my best not to think about the naked man in my bathroom, but it was hard.
My brain turned to absolute mush whenever I was near him. He moved something in me. I didn’t know precisely what he moved, but I knew it was terrible.
I poured my yogurt over my granola and scrolled through my phone. I had done my best to stay off social media—it was part of my healing journey.
