Hailee's POV
I pressed my cheek gently against his bare back, my arm sliding hesitantly around his waist. His skin was warm, his scent wrapping around me like a comfort I didn't deserve.
"I'm sorry," I murmured again, my voice shaking. "I messed up. I should've been here… with you."
He stayed still, but I felt his breathing hitch just slightly.
"I hate knowing I hurt you," I continued softly, closing my eyes against him. "You mean more to me than you think, Nathan. And if you're angry… if you're hurt… I deserve it. But please don't shut me out."
My words trembled as I added, "I'm sorry... please, Nat."
There was a pause—long enough for my heart to pound painfully in my ears—before I finally felt him shift under me.
Nathan turned slowly until we were face to face in the dim light, his intense eyes locked on mine.
His gaze searched mine for a long, heavy moment, and I could feel the storm of emotions swirling in his eyes—hurt, anger, but also worry.
