Free The Reunion by Jennifer Haymore

of any other women in Nathan’s house.
    He helped her out of her coat, which he hung on a hook behind the door. When it was off, he gently pushed her hair over her shoulder and kissed the back of her neck. A shudder tickled down her spine, her body automatically responding. Nathan, unlike any of the other guys she’d been with, had discovered that erogenous zone on her quickly. It had been the first time they’d slept together, the summer before junior year.
    They’d both been new to sex that time. It had been so sweet between them, all discovery and exploration.
    She pulled in a shaky breath. “Nathan…”
    “Don’t worry. Nothing’s going to happen, babe. Not yet, anyway.”
    She shuddered again from the promise in his tone.
    He helped her undress, keeping his movements economical, though when she’d stripped down to her bra and panties he gave her a once-over that brimmed with male appreciation. But then, as if he couldn’t stand it another second, he stepped back. Without making eye contact with her, he cleared his throat. “Uh…I want to help you into the bath, but…ah…maybe I should let you”—he waved his hand in her general direction—“finish this up yourself.”
    How his bumbling made her feel so sexy, she’d never know. “You like my underwear?” she purred.
    His gaze shot to hers, and the look he gave her seared her deep in her core. “Yeah,” he said, his voice so husky it sounded like it was crackling.
    “Okay.” Her voice was deep at a level almost on par with his. And though every part of her was silently begging him to stay with her, the rational part of her told her that she was too tired and too confused and her head hurt too much, and if she was too close to him right now, she might have sex with him. Or she might pour her heart out to him, tell him she was in love with him, couldn’t live without him, and beg him to stay with her forever. “Then you should go.”
    “All right. You’ll let me know when you’re finished?”
    “Of course.”
    “Don’t fall asleep in the bath, okay?”
    She gave a small, sarcastic snort. “Right. You don’t need to worry about that.”
     
    * * * *
     
    But she did fall asleep. Nathan returned once, to bring her a glass of orange juice and a sandwich, even though she had declined both, then left her to her own devices. The bath was so warm and huge, and the soap she washed with gave the water a silky feel. There was an indentation at the porcelain lip of the tub that was perfect for her to rest her head into. She reached for the sandwich, which was so delicious she almost inhaled it, then she drank down the OJ.
    When she’d finished eating and drinking, she lay back, stretching her limbs, then relaxing them, thinking about Nathan. Why he’d flown to DC. Why he’d come home when he learned she was here.
    Had he gone to DC for her? Like she’d come to San Francisco for him?
    The next thing she knew, Nathan was talking.
    “Zo? Get up, babe.”
    She opened her eyes, shifting in the water, which had gone lukewarm.
    She blinked hard. “I wasn’t asleep.”
    He smirked. “Sure.”
    He held out the biggest, fluffiest white towel she’d ever seen. “Come on. Get out.”
    She hoisted herself out of the tub and stepped into the waiting towel.
    “Oh my God,” she moaned, cuddling into it as he wrapped her tightly. “It’s so warm. Was it just in the dryer or something?”
    “Towel warmer,” he said, and she groaned with pleasure.
    “I got your bag from the car. Here’s your toothbrush.” He handed her the toothbrush, then turned away and told her over his shoulder, “I’m going to turn down the bed. I’ll be right back.”
    “Thanks.”
    She brushed her teeth, and when she was done, he came back for her. He led her out of the bathroom, into his bedroom, and toward his king-size bed.
    She was awake enough to look at it dubiously. “Where are you going to sleep?”
    He gestured to the other side of the bed. “Over there.”
    It