Chapter 115

Gemma

Nathan’s words are a statement, not a question, and my heart speeds up when I find him studying my face. It’s obvious that he is expecting me to say something, and while old Gemma from a few days ago would deny it and tell him the goosebumps on my skin are from Cassie’s apartment being colder than Antarctica, not a word comes out.

I think it’s because I’m tired—tired of fighting this warm em