Amelie’s POV

Nathan picked me up and carried me out of the den.

“Where are we going?” I asked, puzzled.

“You’ll see,” he smirked and started down the hallway. The media room? Nope. Games room? Nope. The exercise room… yes. He opened the door, and I gasped.

“Nathan,” I said, looking around.

The lights were dimmed, and colorful patterns bounced all over the room in sync with the music playing. Oh, the music playing was sexy and dirty. The only way I can describe it is ‘fuck me’ music. In the open area of the exercise room, Nathan had set up a ton of pillows with lush, fuzzy blankets. It...