Ella gulped.
Nathan would help her get ready?
The thought did not simply pass through her mind, it settled there, heavy and impossible to ignore. It wrapped around her thoughts, tugging at her composure, unraveling the careful calm she had been holding onto all morning.
Help her… get ready.
The more she thought about it, the more her heart began to pound, slow at first, then faster, louder, until it felt like it echoed in her ears.
Didn't that mean—
He would see her naked?
She instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, her face burning as bright as a tomato in spring. She had never been naked in front of any man before, not ever.
The blue-eyed woman stood rooted to the spot, her fingers instinctively curling into the fabric of her sleeves as though grounding herself. Her breath came in uneven waves, and even the soft brush of air against her skin felt suddenly overwhelming.
Nathan noticed, of course he noticed, he always did.
