The Wrong Woman

Nathan's intense gaze met Mila's as he tenderly stroked her long hair. Anxiously pursing her lips, Mila asked, "Nate, how's the plan going?"

"Let's save that talk for the morning, alright?" His eyes lingered on her soft pink lips, a subtle tension evident in the movement of his Adam's apple.

"Okay," Mila replied softly. Her hand gently caressed his seemingly weary face. "You must be exhausted. How about a bath to relax? Then you can get some rest."

"I'm not tired." Nathan's voice was husky and his eyes were glowing like embers. "I'll take a shower. Wait for me."

Assuming he had something to share, Mila nodded. "Alright."

Nathan stood, shedding his jacket before placing his phone on the bedside table and heading into the bathroom.

Mila sat up to check his phone and found it dead. She quickly fetched a charger and plugged it in. Tidying up the bed sheets, she settled into the space he intended to sleep in, warming it for him.

opening echoed. Mila sat up eagerly and said, "Nate, I've warmed

Her words trailed off.

Mila stood Nathan, towel in hand, wiping

features remained as striking as ever, his torso bare, covered only by a

shoulders, trim waist, and muscular physique were breathtaking. His chest was firm, his abs clearly defined, and his V-line subtly

sight of Nathan, fresh from his

heart racing with a sudden shyness. She lowered her eyes and mumbled,

dropped her gaze further, almost hiding her

were warm and her heart was pounding as she questioned, "Aren't you going to put something

time he'd only worn shorts to bed,

chin to meet her shy eyes. "We already had a

"You've just returned from a mission, you must be exhausted. You should rest." Ignoring her resistance, Nathan drew her closer and kissed her