My mouth falls open. “What the fuck?”
“What are you doing?” Nathan’s voice snaps from behind me.
I spin toward him guiltily. “Just getting the music.”
“Why are you on my history?” He takes the computer off me and slams it shut.
“You watch straight porn?”
“So?”
“Why?” I frown.
“What do you mean, why?”
“Why would you want to watch someone fuck a girl?”
He glares at me, and I can see the muscles ticking in his jaw.
“Nathan?”
He drops his head and stares at the floor.
“Answer me.”
“I’m curious.”
“Why?”
“Just drop it, Eliza.”
“No. Explain this to me.”
“This isn’t how I wanted to tell you.” He reaches for me, and I step back away from him as uneasiness fills me.
“Tell me what?”
“I’ve met someone.”
What?
“Her name is Stephanie.”
I stare at him, confused. I must have heard him wrong. “What did you say?”
“Can we talk about this later?”
“No.”
“Now is not the time.”
My eyes nearly bulge from their sockets. “Now is the time,” I reply. “What do you mean you’ve met someone? A woman? You’ve met a fucking woman?”
He swallows the lump in his throat but doesn’t answer me.
“Where? Where did you meet?”
He runs his hand through his hair in a fluster.