Our Way

He clenches his jaw at Henry.

“Nathan.” I smile awkwardly as I walk over to him. “There you are.”

He snaps his arm around my waist and bends to kiss me. His lips are a little open, and he sucks with just the right amount of suction. My knees weaken from under me.

Oh, wait, what?

“Hello,” Nathan says.

“Good to see you again, Nathan,” Henry replies. “She did fantastic.” He smiles down at me. “She’s like a dream come true.”

“Is that so?” Nathan says dryly.

Oh crap.

7

Eliza

Henry’s gaze holds Nathan’s for a moment longer than he should, and then he smiles.

“Have a good night, you two.”

Nathan gives him a smug smile. “We always do.” He puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me to him.

I’m still reeling from his kiss. My lips are tingling. What kind of kiss was that?

Nathan watches Henry walking across the road. “I don’t like him.”

“You don’t even know him.”

His attention comes back to me. “Why did you tell him I was your boyfriend?”

“Good idea playing along with that kiss, by the way,” I say quickly to try and distract him. “I think it looked realistic.”

Nathan takes my hand and begins to power walk up the street. “Why did you tell him you had a boyfriend?” He demands as he pulls me along. “Did he make a pass at you?”

“N-no,” I stammer, nearly running to keep up with him.

“Did he make you feel uncomfortable?”

“No.”

“What is it then?” He growls.

“Nathan, I just thought it would make me sound more reliable and grounded, you know?”

He turns toward me and stops. “That’s fucking bullshit, Eliza, and you know it.”

“You know what?” I huff. “Why the hell did you come and pick me up from work if you just want to be a jealous jerk?” I rip my hand out of his. “Screw you, I’ll go celebrate my first day by myself. Go home. You’ve ruined it now.” I storm off. If he wants dramatics, he can damn well have them.

“I’m just saying that I don’t like him,” he says as he follows me.

“Well, it’s lucky he isn’t your boss then, isn’t it? First, you don’t talk to me because of Samuel, and now you want to whine about my boss. Is there anything that doesn’t piss you off, Nathan?”

“Nope. You’ve pretty much got it fucking covered right now, Eliza.”

I turn on him like he’s the devil himself. “What the hell does that mean?”