★RAINE★
Nathaniel acted like nothing had happened between us this morning. Or maybe that was just my perception. Besides, what exactly did I expect to change? It was just sex—even though no actual intercourse was involved. It didn't mean I should expect him to fall in love with me immediately. I wasn't a witch with a magical something-or-other.
"The dinner is set for eight p.m., but we won't go until nine," Nathaniel announced over breakfast.
I nodded, turning my pasta. I wasn't particularly hungry that morning, but I couldn't say no to Amanda's Germania pasta.
"Oh, so you're that kind," I attempted a joke to lighten the mood.
"What kind?"
"The fashionably late kind," I said, looking up at his face. We both had our baths after our intimate session—separately, though—then came down for breakfast. Nathaniel was dressed in an autumn green cardigan with athletic shorts. I never imagined Nathaniel owning something that casual.
