He quickly composed himself and, with a gentle smile, said, “Let me help you get cleaned up.”
I followed him to the restroom, trying to ignore how his broad shoulders seemed to block out the world.
He handed me a dry towel and then stepped out.
I stared at the towel for a while before finally cleaning the stains from my skirt. It was still damp, but it was the best I could manage.
When I came out, Nathan was waiting by the door with a jacket. My anxiety surged again.
Seeing me, Nathan awkwardly cleared his throat and handed me the jacket. “Here, put this on.”
“Hmm?” I didn’t get it at first.
Nathan sighed softly, took a few steps toward me, and crouched down.
I was stunned, barely able to breathe.
Looking down, I saw his striking features up close. His tanned skin, a result of years of training, didn’t take away from his good looks.
His muscular forearm, with prominent veins, showed off his masculine charm.
He tied the jacket around my waist, and as he was doing it, he said, “Your waist is really small.”
It sounded a bit flirtatious, but he was so straightforward and genuine that I figured I was just overthinking it.
Compared to his broad build, I did seem pretty petite.