NATALIE’S P. O. V
He stopped and turned to me. He looked so hot, but I reminded my brain that admiring him wasn’t the plan. He came closer and stood in front of me with his right hands in his pants. Why did he have to be that good looking? It angered me to even look at him. But he stood still mute and stared at me. I would have asked him to stop staring but I know that wasn’t the mood for it. This was something serious.