CHAPTER 59: MAKE ME FORGET

Hailee’s POV

Confused, I walked over to the window and pushed it open. The cool night breeze brushed against my skin... and then Nathan jumped in.

I swallowed hard, stumbling back. Nathan straightened, pulling off the pullover from his head—revealing his face I hadn’t missed so much.

I gulped hard. I didn’t know what to feel... happy? Relieved that he was alive? But also confused about why he was here... but one thing was certain: my heart was racing.

His eyes met mine instantly—those familiar stormy eyes that always held more than he let on—and for a moment, we both just stood there. The air was thick with silence, yet somehow it felt louder than anything I’d heard in days. He looked the same... and yet not. A little pale. Tired. But very much alive.

When did he come out of the coma?

How long had he been okay?

Why was he here?

Questions buzzed in my head, but my lips refused to move. He raised a brow, trying to play it cool, but there was a flicker of vulnerability in his voice.

"Wow... you look like you just saw a ghost. Not happy to see me alive?"

That cracked the silence.

"Nathan," I breathed, stepping forward—and before I could stop myself, I crashed into him, wrapping my arms around his middle. I didn’t care what this meant. I didn’t care how messy things were. He was alive. He was here. And I didn’t realize how deeply I’d needed to feel that until he was in my arms. My cheek rested against his chest as I clung to him, unable to stop the tears now stinging my eyes.

"I wouldn’t have forgiven myself if anything had happened to you," I whispered into him.

His arms tightened around me immediately—protective—and I felt him exhale as if he’d been holding his breath too. He gently pulled back just enough to cup my face in both hands, his thumbs brushing away the dampness on my cheeks.

"Hailee," he said softly, firmly. "It wasn’t your fault."

But we both knew that wasn’t true.

I shook my head, my voice barely above a whisper. "It was my fault... I should’ve explained things better to you... Nathan..."

My throat felt tight, the words hard to get out—but they had to come. He deserved the truth.

"I do like Callum," I admitted, my voice trembling. "But just like I like Callum... I like you too."

His brows furrowed slightly, but he didn’t speak.

"I don’t know how it’s possible to feel this way," I continued, my heart pounding as the words spilled out. "To like two people—or three. I’m confused, Nathan. I really am."

I looked away, ashamed. "Some days I just want to disappear from the world... maybe then everything would be fine."

Before I could say another word, Nathan reached forward and placed his finger gently on my lips.

"Don’t," he whispered, his voice raw. His eyes filled with fear at the thought of me disappearing. "Don’t ever say that again."

His eyes softened as if he was holding back a thousand things he wanted to say but couldn’t.

"I understand your feelings, Hailee," he said, voice hoarse. "You can’t control your heart, and maybe I was the one at fault here... I should have been considerate. You are going through a lot. Three men pressuring you with love is a lot to take in... I’m sorry."

Tears welled in my eyes again, but not from sadness this time—from the overwhelming ache of being understood.

He gently cupped my face. "I don’t wanna rush you anymore... I wanna give you time to make a decision. But until then, we can still be friends... what do you think?"

Friends? Do I really want to be just friends with him?

And without even thinking—without planning it or questioning it—I leaned in.

This time, I was the one who closed the distance.

I was the one who kissed him first.

It was soft, trembling, unsure... but real. So, so real.

He was stunned at first as my lips pressed against his, but then he deepened the kiss. His hands slid to the sides of my face, thumbs stroking my jaw as his mouth claimed mine.

I felt heat coil low in my belly as I moaned softly into his mouth, my body pressed flush against his. He easily lifted me up, and instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, my fingers tangling in his hair.

We continued kissing, his lips hungry against mine while his hands moved lower—squeezing my ass firmly. A soft gasp slipped from my throat, turning into another moan as I felt myself get dizzy with desire.

Still kissing me, he carried me over to the bed and sat down, keeping me perched on his lap. I didn’t want to pull away. I didn’t want to stop tasting him. But eventually, breathless, I had to.

We pulled back, gasping for air—our foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling in the silence of my room. But I wasn’t satisfied. I wanted more. Needed more.

I didn’t even recognize my own voice when I spoke. "I... I had a bad day today."

He frowned instantly, worry darkening his eyes. "What happened?"

I hesitated, my pulse hammering in my chest. Could I really ask this? Could I say this out loud?

"Nathan..." I swallowed, my voice shaky. "Can you... can you make me forget about it?"

He stiffened slightly, his brow furrowing, his gaze searching mine like he needed to be sure he’d heard me right.

I bit my lip, nervous—terrified he’d pull away. But I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I didn’t want to think. I just wanted him.

He studied my face, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip as if he was memorizing it. His voice dropped, husky and low.

"How far... do you want me to go, Hailee?" he asked, his breath warm against my cheek.

I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, my heart hammering in my chest. I could feel every inch of his cock under me—solid, huge, hard.

"E-everything," I breathed out shakily, "but... but not sex."

His eyes darkened with something raw and hungry, but there was relief too—like he was grateful I trusted him enough to say it. He nodded once, slow and deliberate, as if he was making a silent promise.

"Okay," he murmured, his hands slipping under the hem of my shirt, fingers tracing fire across my belly. "Okay, baby."

Then he leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his breath making me shiver as he whispered, "Has your pussy ever been eaten before?"

My breath caught so sharply that I almost choked on it. My throat worked around the knot of nerves. I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry, and gave the tiniest shake of my head.

His growl was more like a low, dangerous purr. His teeth grazed my earlobe, making my entire body tense and shiver at once.

"Good," he whispered, his voice like velvet and thunder all at once. "Then tonight... you’re gonna let me make you forget everything except how good you taste."