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"Thank you, for letting me stay," I thanked him while pulling the covers over me in the guest room.
Nathan smiled. "I guess you're welcome. But I should have brought you home, because then my brother and your sister wouldn't hate me."
I rolled my eyes. "It's okay. I will talk to them. I pretty much begged you to let me stay with you. Gosh, sometimes I hate my sister, she is so overprotective and always assumes the wrong things, like the reason why I came here, And she always has to be right."
I didn't know if it was the lack of sleep talking for me or if it was my heart talking for me.
Because I knew that maybe Estrela was telling the truth.
That there was something more between Nathan and I.
I mean, of course I didn't understand that at the moment because I didn't want to and I couldn't even see it.
Mostly because I believed that he only saw me as a case victim.
Nathan furrowed his eyebrows at my words, confusion plastering all over his face. "What do you mean by that? What did she think then?"
"I don't want to tell you since it's kind of personal. But one of the reasons why I came here was because I wanted to thank you and I'm really glad that you're the one who saved me. I mean, I used to think that all guys are idiots, that they just don't care."
"Angela, sweetie, the world is too cruel to have someone as innocent, pure, caring, brave, beautiful, unique girl like you here. But you know that all guys are not like that? You've just probably met the bad ones."
Even I was surprised when I smiled softly. "That was until I met you. I used to think like that. Why can't all guys be like you? I know that we have only known each other for such a short while, but it feels like a lifetime. And also, thank you for not letting me die in the woods."
Nathan returned my smile. "You're welcome, but I was just doing my job. And it will get better."
I turned so I was lying on my side, eyes shutting closed. "It did, thanks to you. But goodnight, Nathan."
The last thing I heard was him telling me goodnight, before he left the room.
Surprisingly, I slept well.
All too well.
I don't know how long I slept, but suddenly I woke and it was already broad daylight outside, that was shining through the curtains that were covering the windows.
A yawn came from me as I twisted around so I was lying on my back, staring up at the ceiling.
I stayed there for a couple of minutes, just like that.
Then I got out of bed, pulling on the same clothes from the day before.
Even if I had always hated wearing the same clothes twice in a row.
It had just always made me feel gross.
I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to get rid of the tangles myself since I didn't have a brush.
But then I groaned when I couldn't manage to get them loose.
"Whatever," I muttered before pulling open the curtains, the bright light hitting my face, nearly blinding me.
And I hadn't even brushed my teeth nor washed my face.
Which was normally the reason why I always hated sleepovers.
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When Nathan Burn, a 24-year-old detective returns to his old town, he isn't aware that the case he's about to take will change his life in more ways than possible. Because the second he lays his eyes on Angela, he is immediately captivated by her sm...