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.

sat up eagerly and said,

Her words trailed off.

Mila stood Nathan, towel in hand,

his torso bare, covered only

waist, and muscular physique were breathtaking. His chest was firm, his abs clearly

Nathan, fresh from his bath, exuded raw

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

further, almost hiding her chin in her

as she questioned, "Aren't you going to put something

he'd only worn shorts to bed, her cheeks had flushed just as they were

eyes. "We already had

and then pushed against his cool chest. "You've just returned from a mission, you must be exhausted. You should rest." Ignoring her resistance, Nathan drew her closer and kissed her lips.