In His Arms

Hailee's POV

His hoodie was up, his face shadowed, but there was no mistaking him. He looked up at me, his eyes met mine—dark, tired, and filled with concern. I blinked, unsure if I was dreaming.

But I wasn't.

He was really here.

My heart kicked up in my chest, a different kind of ache blooming inside me.

I slowly opened the window. The cold night air rushed in, brushing against my skin.

"Nathan…?" I whispered.

"I had to see you," he said, his voice low and rough. "I couldn't sleep… I'm so worried."

He looked it too—hair messy, eyes slightly swollen like he hadn't rested a second since I left.

I just stared at him, stunned. What had gotten into him?

"I also want to explain the situation with Ariella…"

I cut him off. "Everyone knows you two are fuck buddies."

Nathan frowned, but didn't argue about it.

"Can I come in?" he asked, almost pleading.