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.

sound of the bathroom door opening echoed. Mila sat up eagerly

Her words trailed off.

stood Nathan, towel in hand, wiping

as ever, his torso bare, covered only by a bath towel wrapped

broad shoulders, trim waist, and muscular physique were breathtaking. His chest was firm, his

of Nathan, fresh from his bath, exuded raw

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

her gaze further, almost hiding her chin in

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

time he'd only worn shorts to bed, her cheeks had flushed just

already had a child, and I'm merely without a shirt. What's making

his cool chest. "You've just returned from a mission, you must be exhausted. You should rest." Ignoring her resistance, Nathan drew