Hailee's POV
I wanted to knock… really, I did. But something in me said, Girl, screw it. Just see if the door's open. So I did. My fingers curled around the doorknob, my heart pounding in my ears. When I pushed it gently, it gave way with a soft click. Open.
Cursing softly under my breath, I sucked in a deep breath and stepped inside. There he was. Nathan. Standing by the window, his broad back turned to me, hands resting on the frame as he stared out toward the bonfire—the place I was supposed to be. The place he had walked away from.
He didn't hear me at first. But the moment he did, he turned around. Our eyes met. Surprise flickered across his face—real, raw surprise. Like he couldn't believe I was standing in his room. Maybe he didn't expect me to come after him. Maybe he thought I was too busy enjoying my night with Dane.
