After my conversation with Nate two days ago, I've not so much as bumped into him, not even at the dinning.

That should have been a relief, since his presence brought a weird unsettling feeling to the pit of my stomach, but it wasn't… my chest did something whenever I thought about him.

Did I miss him?

Hell no!

This has to be boredom or the pregnancy hormones speaking.. because there's no way I'd miss a man so cold and arrogant with clear eyes.

I peeled off my clothes, and tied a towel ...