She'd just been swept up in the moment.
She couldn't bear to see Nathan, who had already done 99 percent of the work, be embarrassed just because she wouldn't take that final step.
Her arms wrapped around his neck. Nathan's steps were steady as he carried Zoe toward her room, one step at a time.
"Zoe Pierce, can you maybe face another way?"
Just as her mind was starting to drift, Zoe heard Nathan's voice from ahead.
'How should I put it... was his voice a little hoarse?'
Chase Shaw approached from behind. "What's wrong?" He had heard what Nathan said.
Nathan tilted his head back, his handsome eyes glancing at him as his Adam's apple bobbed. "Itchy."
Her every breath fanned across the back of his neck.
Moreover, her entire body was flush against his back—a soft, warm presence that swayed with his every step, at once close and tantalizingly distant.
