Nathan stepped back only when the back door opened and Chloe’s mother called that she was home.

The loss of his body heat left Chloe unsteady against the counter. He moved to the sink like nothing had happened, turning on the water, rinsing a plate. By the time her mother walked into the kitchen, the space between them looked ordinary again. Only the faint flush on Chloe’s neck and the tight set of Nathan’s jaw remained.

That night she lay awake with the feeling of his cock still branded against her lower back.

The next three days settled into a new pattern.

Nathan stopped pretending the touches were accidental.

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