For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The intimacy of the situation—the feel of her against him and the intoxicating scent that enveloped them—created a charged atmosphere in that dimly lit room that neither of them had anticipated.
Natalie held steadily onto his shoulders, intending to explain why she was there, but as soon as she moved her face back to look at him, her words died on her lips. The intensity in his gaze held her captive, and she froze, unable to say a word. Her breath quickened, and she swallowed hard, feeling an unfamiliar vulnerability in his presence.
Justin, too, felt his control slipping, the iron resolve he was so proud of wavering as he became acutely aware of every movement she made, every breath she took. The proximity, the softness of her against him, was almost too much.
Finally, he managed to regain a control over his thoughts, his voice coming out rough and low. "Natalie," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin.
Hearing her name spoken in his deep, enticing voice, she could only hum softly in response, her gaze lingering on his face longer than it should have.
"You should be resting," he added, his tone gentler but still firm.
The simple words broke the spell, and Natalie quickly tried to push herself away from him, but her injured ankle betrayed her once again. She groaned in pain and fell back against him before she could even move.
"S-Sorry," she whispered, her voice strained as she pressed against his shoulder, trying to suppress the pain.
"Stay still," Justin commanded, his voice firm yet laced with concern.
She felt his one arm wrap around her back, holding her securely, while the other moved to the back of her thighs. In one smooth motion, he lifted her slightly and adjusted himself on the couch, settling her next to him comfortably, his arm still around her as if to protect her from any further mishap.
She felt the strength of his grip, the steady calmness in his movements, and it both reassured and unsettled her, as it felt more intimate than their previous position.
Opposite to her, Justin maintained his composure, his focus on ensuring she was settled and comfortable, even as his mind wrestled with the emotions she stirred within him.
Embarrassed, Natalie couldn’t bring herself to meet Justin’s eyes. Her cheeks flushed with the awkwardness of the moment, as well as the inexplicable attraction she had felt.
"I... was just trying to cover you... so you wouldn’t feel cold," she explained, her voice low and apologetic.
Justin glanced at the sheet that had slipped down from his chest to cover his lower body. He couldn’t help but feel thankful for it. In just a few moments of unintentional closeness, this woman had managed to affect him in a way he hadn’t anticipated, and thankfully, the sheet managed to hide the evidence.
Natalie watched the door close behind him, her mind racing. ’What’s wrong with him to leave so suddenly? Did I make him uncomfortable? Did he think I was trying to throw myself at him?’ The thought left her feeling more embarrassed and self-conscious.
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