Jacob~
Natalie's piercing gaze was locked onto me, unblinking, unwavering. The firelight flickered across her face, highlighting the slight furrow in her brow—the only outward sign of the frustration simmering beneath her calm exterior.
I had seen her like this before. She hated waiting. Hated uncertainty.
I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my dark hair as I leaned back against the wooden armrest of the couch.
"You really are enjoying dragging this out, aren't you?" she asked, crossing her arms.
A smirk tugged at my lips. "Maybe a little."
She groaned, flopping onto the couch beside me, legs curled beneath her. "Jacob, if you don't start talking in the next three seconds, I swear I'll—"
"Alright, alright," I cut in, chuckling. "No need for violence, Little Moon."
Her glare deepened. "Then start explaining."
