Nathan's POV
"You must be fucking kidding me!" I growled, anger bubbling up in my chest like lava ready to erupt. Dane didn't flinch. He stood there, calm as ever, which only pissed me off more.
"No, cousin," he said, calmly. "I'm not. I like her. There's this—this butterfly feeling I get in my stomach whenever she's near. It feels like—"
"Stop it!" I snapped, cutting him off. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, and I had to plant my feet firmly to stop myself from lunging at him.
His brows lifted slightly, but he didn't back down. "I'm just being honest with you."
"Honest?" I laughed bitterly. "You show up out of nowhere, confuse her with charming words, follow her around like a damn puppy, and now you're standing in my room telling me you want to pursue her?"
Dane tilted his head. "Nathan, I didn't ask to feel this. It just happened."
"She's not other girls you can chase just because it 'happened,'" I seethed. "I love her."
