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I helped the staff clean up the facility. I tied my hair up in a ponytail before I grabbed a blue crate and went around the venue picking up the champagne glasses and putting them carefully inside the crate to make sure they wouldn’t break under my care.
“I knew you wouldn’t just leave.”
I turned around, shocked that Nate had come back. His jacket hung over his arm as he walked toward me with a small smile.
“Why don’t you rest?” he asked softly and I grinned as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
“Because it’s rude to not help,” I said as I looked at him, pressing my chin against his chest. The exhaustion had lessened as I stayed in his embrace. His scent was so calming and his hugs always lifted my spirits. “Why did you come back?”
I pulled away from the hug and he placed his jacket on the back of the chair.
“I was worried about you. You looked tired.” He touched my face gently and placed a soft kiss on my forehead.
“A little exhaustion never killed anybody,” I teased and he squinted his eyes.
“Remember when you shouted at me for not taking care of myself?” he asked and I grimaced as I remembered that embarrassing moment between us.
“Are you going to shout at me as well?” I whispered, tilting my head to the side and he shook his head, grabbing my cheeks and squishing them as he pressed his lips against mine.
“No, I’m going to make sure you rest when you get home.” He pressed another kiss and moved away from me as he rolled his sleeves up. I licked my lips as I looked at his beautiful arms and hands.
Man!
“So, what are we doing?” he asked as he put his hands on his waist, and I looked at both his arms, noticing how the veins were clear and just ran beautifully down his hands.His fingers are clean too, and long. Wow.
“Uhm, I’m just picking up the glasses and plates, taking them to the kitchen,” I said, suddenly shy as I pointed to the kitchen behind us.
“Alright, let’s get to work so that you can go home and rest.” He brought his hands together, rubbing them and I bit my lips as I watched him walk over to the bulk of crates and grab one, moving to the end of the venue, and packing the plates inside the crate.
I stopped fantasizing about him and listened to his determined plan,get me home so that I can rest... in his arms.Yes.
More hands were always better than one and we were able to reduce the majority of the work to just sweeping the floors and wiping them clean. The staff thanked us for our help and Nate was more than glad to get me out of that building.
When I told him that I wanted to go to my office and quickly check something on my computer, he declined and told me that I was going home, saying that I wasn’t going to work at all.
His assertiveness got me excited and also somehow shut me up. Hence why I was currently seated in his car as he drove me home, with his hand possessively on my lap.
Yes!
I licked my lips as I watched my apartment building come into view, I turned to face him and opened my mouth before I swallowed my words and leaned back on the seat.
“What is it, Angel?”
“Nothing.” I shook my head and he squeezed my thigh.
“Tell me.” His tone suggested that he really was interested in what I had to say, but my pride couldn’t take the possibility of rejection being his answer. “Avery?”
“Well, if you’re sure that you don’t want to go to the club as well, would you like to come up for coffee and maybe a movie?” I whispered as he parked his car in front of my apartment building. “But you know if you can’t that’s okay. We can always do it later,” I rushed out and he unbuckled his seatbelt, placing his hands on his lap as he looked at me.
“Do you want me to come up with you?” he asked.
I slowly nodded my head, my heart pounding against my chest as I waited for his answer.
Shit, what if he rejects me?I bit my lip nervously and he smiled as he opened his door and got out of the car, walking over to my side.What does that mean?
He opened the door for me and unbuckled my belt for me, he looked at me with expecting eyes and chuckled.
“Are you coming, Angel? Or would you rather we drank coffee in my car?”
