His face falls. “No, I do not.” He reaches down and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear before he cups my face in his hand, and it’s there between us again.
This feeling of want…
Belonging.
An emotion that has no place in this current climate.
“Can I please come up?” he whispers as his eyes search mine. “Let me make it up to you.”
“Nathe,” I sigh. “I’ve been a really shitty friend this weekend. You have nothing to make up to me. I should be making it up to you.” I turn away from him. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, okay?”
Then I remember my date with Samuel and I spin back to him. “Oh, I can’t tomorrow night. I have something on.”
“What do you have on?”
“I’m going out with Samuel.”
“You told me you didn’t like him.”
I open my mouth to say that I was going tomorrow to tell him I don’t want to see him anymore, but I stop myself.
I don’t need to elaborate any more. Nathan cares for someone else now. “I don’t know. Maybe he isn’t so bad.”
His jaw ticks.
“What’s that look for?”
He shakes his head and steps back from me. “See you later.”
“Nathan.”
He ignores me and walks around to get back into his car.
“What’s your problem? I’m just seeing if I like him, okay?”
He opens the door and holds onto it. “I don’t like him, Eliza. I don’t want you going out with him. Find someone else.”
I put my hands on my hips, annoyed. “You don’t get to pick who I date, Nathan.”
“Oh, but it’s all right for you to not speak to me all weekend when I tell you who I’m dating?”
My mouth falls open in surprise. “You lied to me.”
“I have never fucking lied to you, Eliza. Not once.” He bangs on the roof of his car.
“You didn’t tell me!” I fire back as I feel adrenaline surge through my bloodstream.
Damn it, I am angry. I feel so betrayed.
“Because I wanted to tell you when I knew for certain what was going on.”
“Well, it hurt.”
He shakes his head.
“What’s that look for?”
“You have no idea what hurts.” He sneers.