Day Seventy-Two…
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'Damn it! I don't have control over my body.' Nathan muttered to himself inwardly, a furrow creasing his brow as he wrestled with his overpowering desire. He felt utterly and inexplicably addicted to her, a craving for her physical touch and the intimate connection that had taken root within him.
Inwardly, he pondered the bewitching effect this alluring woman had over him. 'What have she done to me?'
"Let's move to my room," Nathan whispered, his voice laced with a seductive urgency, as they briefly broke the kiss. Without waiting for her response, he swiftly and gently lifted her into his arms, cradling her as he carried her to his bedroom.
"Nate, what are you planning to do?" Jane asked him, arching her eyebrow. She had a nagging feeling about this. Nathan's cheeky smirk was her indication that this guy was up to something naughty.
