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either.”
Nate offered me his hand, and before I could stop myself, I
took it. His warmth seeped into my cold fingers and his thumb
pressed against the inside of my wrist.
My breath caught as I stared down at his hands.
His fingers were long and tapered, and I noticed a cool leather
bracelet around his wrist. It looked old and weathered, as if he’d worn it for a long time. It meant something to him. Was it a gift from his girlfriend?
His thumb moved once more, his pad a little rough against
my skin. The world tipped a little off center, and for one crazy
second, time seemed to stop.
“Let’s go,” he said roughly, his thumb circling around until
eventually he let go and turned toward the fire. “We won’t stay
late. Only until…”
“Until what?” I asked, taking the few steps needed until I was
beside him.
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Nate glanced down at me, his expression unreadable, but I
saw the way his pulse pounded at the base of his neck. I saw it
and felt it.
“Nate?”
“Maybe, for a little while, we can both forget.”
Okay.
That was good enough for me.
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Chapter Ten
Nathan
I didn’t know if bringing Monroe out here was a good idea—
heck, I didn’t know if me being here was a good idea— but it sure felt right.
Though I suppose if my parents or uncle or even Mrs.
Blackwell knew that I’d brought Monroe to a bush party, they
wouldn’t exactly be thrilled. But the party was low key and none
of the hardcore guys were out yet. It was way too early. They
didn’t usually hit a party until after midnight, and I planned to be long gone by then.
I just wanted to…shit, I didn’t know what I wanted to do.
I only knew that I didn’t want to be alone and I didn’t know
where else to go.
“Come on,” I said again, and this time when I grabbed her
hand, I didn’t let go.
We started forward, and I nodded at a few guys tapping the
keg over by an old tree stump. They shoved their red cups in the
air and started to chug. There were a few more guys from the
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football team gathered around, and though they seemed happy
to see me, none of them came over. I was used to that these days.
No one seemed to know what to say.
Though I caught a few looks that landed on Monroe and
didn’t leave. Bill Ferris gave a long, low wolf whistle which
Monroe ignored.
We reached the fire, and Monroe tugged her hand from
mine. It was the right call. I mean, already a couple of girls who ran in Rachel’s crowd were staring her down, but still, it felt
good holding her hand.
She felt good. Steady. Real.
And that was pretty screwed up, considering I didn’t think she
liked me all that much, and technically, I still had a girlfriend.
I decided not to think about it too much. I decided that
tonight I was gonna push all the crap out of my head and maybe
have a good time. Or at least try to.
I’d been closed off from everyone for so long that it felt weird
to see some of the old crowd hanging out near the fire, including Brent, the bassist in my band.
I thought he’d gone up to the cottage with Link and Rachel
and the others, so it was a surprise to see him here.
He was shirtless, with his beige cargos hung so low I hoped
he’d at least taken the time to pull on a pair of boxers. You see, Brent had a trigger. An old Def Leppard song, “Foolin’,” that
was his dad’s favorite song, and whenever he heard it, if he was
drunk enough, off came his clothes.
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The girls didn’t seem to mind too much, and us guys just
thought he was crazy as shit. Brent was also one hell of a wide
receiver and, as quarterback, my go- to when we played. He had
nimble fingers for catching my passes and made the bass sound
melodic in a way that not many players could.
His face made me thinks of things I
Nate offered me his hand, and before I could stop myself, I
took it. His warmth seeped into my cold fingers and his thumb
pressed against the inside of my wrist.
My breath caught as I stared down at his hands.
His fingers were long and tapered, and I noticed a cool leather
bracelet around his wrist. It looked old and weathered, as if he’d worn it for a long time. It meant something to him. Was it a gift from his girlfriend?
His thumb moved once more, his pad a little rough against
my skin. The world tipped a little off center, and for one crazy
second, time seemed to stop.
“Let’s go,” he said roughly, his thumb circling around until
eventually he let go and turned toward the fire. “We won’t stay
late. Only until…”
“Until what?” I asked, taking the few steps needed until I was
beside him.
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Nate glanced down at me, his expression unreadable, but I
saw the way his pulse pounded at the base of his neck. I saw it
and felt it.
“Nate?”
“Maybe, for a little while, we can both forget.”
Okay.
That was good enough for me.
76
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Chapter Ten
Nathan
I didn’t know if bringing Monroe out here was a good idea—
heck, I didn’t know if me being here was a good idea— but it sure felt right.
Though I suppose if my parents or uncle or even Mrs.
Blackwell knew that I’d brought Monroe to a bush party, they
wouldn’t exactly be thrilled. But the party was low key and none
of the hardcore guys were out yet. It was way too early. They
didn’t usually hit a party until after midnight, and I planned to be long gone by then.
I just wanted to…shit, I didn’t know what I wanted to do.
I only knew that I didn’t want to be alone and I didn’t know
where else to go.
“Come on,” I said again, and this time when I grabbed her
hand, I didn’t let go.
We started forward, and I nodded at a few guys tapping the
keg over by an old tree stump. They shoved their red cups in the
air and started to chug. There were a few more guys from the
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football team gathered around, and though they seemed happy
to see me, none of them came over. I was used to that these days.
No one seemed to know what to say.
Though I caught a few looks that landed on Monroe and
didn’t leave. Bill Ferris gave a long, low wolf whistle which
Monroe ignored.
We reached the fire, and Monroe tugged her hand from
mine. It was the right call. I mean, already a couple of girls who ran in Rachel’s crowd were staring her down, but still, it felt
good holding her hand.
She felt good. Steady. Real.
And that was pretty screwed up, considering I didn’t think she
liked me all that much, and technically, I still had a girlfriend.
I decided not to think about it too much. I decided that
tonight I was gonna push all the crap out of my head and maybe
have a good time. Or at least try to.
I’d been closed off from everyone for so long that it felt weird
to see some of the old crowd hanging out near the fire, including Brent, the bassist in my band.
I thought he’d gone up to the cottage with Link and Rachel
and the others, so it was a surprise to see him here.
He was shirtless, with his beige cargos hung so low I hoped
he’d at least taken the time to pull on a pair of boxers. You see, Brent had a trigger. An old Def Leppard song, “Foolin’,” that
was his dad’s favorite song, and whenever he heard it, if he was
drunk enough, off came his clothes.
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The girls didn’t seem to mind too much, and us guys just
thought he was crazy as shit. Brent was also one hell of a wide
receiver and, as quarterback, my go- to when we played. He had
nimble fingers for catching my passes and made the bass sound
melodic in a way that not many players could.
His face made me thinks of things I
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