Captive

I was happy. Truly happy. My apartment no longer felt gloomy. I smiled regularly, optimistic about life. This sense of well-being, however, was immediately shattered when he suddenly asked for a serious discussion. I panicked, terrified he might want to end what we had. “I like you, Natasha.” I said nothing when he confessed. I knew I had a crush on him, but I’d kept it hidden, afraid of ruining our friendship. We'd been hanging out for the past month, and now that he felt the same way, my mind went completely blank. “But! It’s okay if you don’t like me. I don’t want to ruin our—” “I like you too, Nathan.” “W-What?” His eyes widened in shock. I nodded and gave him a warm, tender smile. “Yes.” He rushed to me and embraced me firmly. Soon after, we went out again, but this time, it was as more than just friends. I was nervous, unsure how the day would go. Yet, every time I looked into his strong eyes—those captivating eyes that could make any woman's knees weak, including m