Immediately, Nathan pulled away from the kiss. Fiona was starstruck. She looked at him with confusing thoughts. 'Was he playing her? Or did he like her?' Everything didn't feel real, and she knew she was in love with him, so the sooner he stopped his charade of affection, the better it was for her.
"Nathan..." She tried to speak, but Nathan's hand slid across her lips, silencing her. She looked at him with love but quickly stopped herself. This man was making things harder for her! They didn't have to pretend when no one was around, so why did he kiss her? Why bring her here?
As she was about to turn away, Nathan's wrist caught hers. "I need to tell you something," he said, still grabbing her wrist.
"Nathan, don't... I can't do this," she said, not facing him because her eyes were already teary.
"I don't understand, Fiona... what can't you do?" His voice ached with a bit of pain or something. 'Did she know he had developed feelings for her?'
