Chapter 20. Kiss

Sarah 

It has been a crazy evening. Nate at krav maga practice was both annoying and annoyingly sexy. I've never been this attracted to a guy.

When Brit gets frustrated with us cozying up on the sofa and leaves for her room, I risk a glance at Nate.

The adoring eyes he has for me melt my heart. His hold on me loosened only to let me turn towards him. I’m kneeling, sitting back on my heels, and leaning on the sofa.

What if I ask him to stay? Would he want to stay?

He puts his elbow on the back of the sofa to reach my shoulder with his hand. Each touch, each caress, is maddeningly slow. Like he is testing the water if I’m okay with it. Usually, a guy would know my intentions by this time because I’m always straightforward with what I want.

With Nate, though, the only question is if I’m able to let myself believe that what I want is what he wants. However, It scares the hell out of me.

We get up to move the bottles an