Chapter 131

Gemma

Even though I’ve agreed to breakfast, Nathan isn’t making a move to grab his things. His thumb lingers beneath my jaw, calloused pad catching on the edge of my lip as if testing whether I’ll bite. Sunlight fractures through his tousled hair, and for a heartbeat, the mocking humor in his eyes softens into something that makes my ribs ache in warning.

I could get used to waking up to those eye