My Badboy Knight
"You should be downstairs. Why are you here?" I hear Nate ask. I turn around, seeing him shut the door. He leans his back on the wall near the door frame, watching me.
"I was worried so I followed you right after you left the game and everyone like that. " I blurt out the first words that come to my head.
His hand pushes the hair curls on his face back before slipping into his pocket. "You didn't have to follow me. I want to be alone right now."
I fold my arms. "We need to talk."
He says nothing to that, but then, his eyes begin to drink my body in, moving from my legs and thighs up to my stomach, then stopping at my breasts before reaching up my neck and finally landing on my face, staring right into my eyes. There is nothing pure about his gaze. If other guys were staring at me like this, the urge to claw out their eyes would itch at my fingernails. But Nate's hooded eyes on mine are igniting me, pulling me with an irresistible urge to just walk over to him.
He shifts away from the wall he is leaning on and begins to walk closer to me. "Talk about what Tasha?" His voice is nearly inaudible to hear, like a soft sweet whisper mixed with my name on his lips.
Tasha Quinn knows better than to fall for another guy who might break her heart again. But by the time she begins building her walls up, the blocks come crumbling down when Nate Adams storms into her life.
Warning: Contains mature scenes.
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