Hailee's POV
For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
The screen glowed softly between us, the silence heavy with things neither of us dared to name.
His breathing was still a little rough. His hair was tousled, damp with sweat, and his chest rose and fell slowly as he looked at me through the screen.
There was something different in his eyes now—not the usual teasing spark, but a deep, focused heat that made my pulse quicken.
"Hailee," he said quietly. My name sounded different on his lips.
My breath caught. "What?"
He tilted his head slightly. "You know what."
The way he looked at me made my throat go dry. I could feel my nipples hardening more.
"Nathan…" I whispered, trying to steady my voice, but it came out shaky anyway.
He smiled faintly, that slow, knowing kind of smile. "You feel it too," he murmured. "Don't lie."
I wanted to. I really did. But my silence was answer enough.
