Emily quickly pulled the robe back over herself.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Nathan’s eyes snapped to her face. “Sorry?”
She turned away from him. “I knew this would happen.”
“What would happen?”
“You would look at me like that.”
Nathan took one step forward, then stopped, afraid that even movement might frighten her.
“Emily,” he said carefully, “I’m not disgusted.”
She gave a broken little laugh, but there was no humor in it.
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