Page 22 of The Wrong Side Of Us

“That’s all I’m asking for.” He smiled.

“Now,” I said, leaving his lap, “what do you want to do on your day off?”

A slow, teasing smirk formed on his lips. Immediately, I understood that I was what he wanted to do, and I began shaking my head, raising my hands to stop him as he stood and approached me.

“No, Nate. I’m tired, and sore and—”

“And you better start running before I get you,” he teased, stalking towards me with a smile.

“No, please.” I laughed. I couldn’t be serious with him, not when he was there, so playful and happy. All worries disappeared as I ran through the condo to my bedroom, trying to close the door behind me so he wouldn’t get to me.

I was too slow; he chuckled lowly, following behind me and wrapping his arm around me as he caught up.

“Too slow,” he murmured, latching his mouth to my neck without warning. What was supposed to be a complaint came out as a moan, and even without seeing him, I felt his lips quirk up to a devious smile.

“You’re like a horny…teenager,” I rasped, my eyes fluttering closed.

“Only with you.” He turned me around and claimed my lips without even giving me the chance to reply. I moaned into his mouth, consumed by him and all he caused within me as he lied me down on the bed. He knew exactly what to do to set both my mind and body on overdrive, and I loved it.

Just as he began removing his shirt, a phone started ringing. He groaned, clearly annoyed that someone dared interrupt the moment. I bit my lip, a little too riled up for my liking and frustrated at the thought that he would leave me in that state.

When the phone kept ringing, I covered my face with my hands, and Nathan picked up.

“Jesse,” he said, his tone clipped. “Yeah…kind of busy, actually…”

Nathan’s face took a regretful look, and he ran a hand through his already messy hair. Not a good sign.

“All right, I’ll be there in a bit…no, it’s fine…bye.”

I didn’t even give him a chance to speak up. “You have to leave, don’t you?”

“It looks like there’s a client interested in one of my pieces,” Nathan said with a forced smile.

The harsh glare I was giving him softened. That was a good thing; I wouldn’t ruin it for him. “Good,” I stated, truly proud of him. “Go. I’ll be right here when you get back.” I stood up, dragging a finger down his chest towards the bulge in his pants. He swallowed when I placed my hand over him.

“Maybe I can give you a bit of a congratulations when you get back home,” I whispered, nipping his earlobe.

“Shit,” he muttered, his eyes dark with desire. “I won’t be long.”

“I bet you won’t,” I replied with a smile.

“Stay here.”

***

I didn’t stay.

I wanted to know what was going on, so my brilliant mind decided that it was a good idea to visit Nathan’s apartment. Though he didn’t spend much time there, it was possible I could get some insight as to why he had been acting strange.

Did that make me a bad girlfriend?

Perhaps.

But I knew I wouldn’t have been doing that had it not been for his suspicious behavior.

Or maybe you’re just overreacting.

Hannah did always say I overreacted over everything, especially when I felt left out. Then again, when it came to Hannah, I was always an outsider. She always preferred her friends over me, to the point that my birthday parties, however small they were, were always full of her friends. And when we were old enough, she just wouldn’t show up to my little parties, no matter how much I wanted her there.

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