Chapter 45

Violet

I sat on Nate’s bed, nervously fumbling with my hands as I waited for him. As soon as we arrived, he had disappeared to the bathroom with the promise to be back soon.

Now it had already been several minutes too many as I stared at the closed door, wondering if it was too late to run out of here.

I exhaled, closing my eyes for a second.

No, Violet.

You want this—you want him.

After calming down a bit, I let my eyes wander around his room for the first time. It had the same layout as Kylan’s, only a bit smaller, and the colors brighter and warmer. Their rooms showed a perfect contrast in their personalities.

For a second, I wondered if maybe he was just as nervous as I was, hiding in the bathroom—but then I chuckled to myself.

No way. Nate had quite the reputation, and he wouldn’t get nervous over this. I was probably just nothing more than a number to him.

I felt an awful lump in my throat, thinking about the reason why I was doing this. At first I made myself believe that it wa