Page 78 of The Wrong Side Of Us

We’d always be one.

Chapter 30

Evelyn

Nathan stared at me, his expression unreadable. Should I have told him this after just recently fixing things between us? Maybe not. But I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to lie to him, and I didn’t want to hide things from him, either. Being honest was the only choice I had.

I straddled him on the sofa, and when his hand landed on my hips, his thumbs gently drawing circles under the tank top I wore, I relaxed. He wasn’t angry.

“And you really want to do this?” He brushed a lose strand of hair from my face, his hand cupping my cheek afterwards.

“I know you don’t like him, but I do want to tell him. He’ll be happy for us, really. Plus, it’s an opportunity to get rid of the bad blood between you two.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” Nate muttered.

He sighed, wanting to say something but refraining himself. I’d taken a risk, but I really wanted to tell Derek about the engagement, both because I considered him a friend despite knowing him for such a short time, and because that way, Nathan would see that I truly didn’t have feelings for him.

And I didn’t.

“I guess you can tell him, Evie.”

I squealed, wrapping my arms around him and kissing his neck. “Thank you, thank you. You’ll see, he’ll be happy for us.”

Nathan studied me for a moment, pecking my lips briefly before pulling back and saying something I never thought he would say. “Invite him over.”

I touched his forehead, frowning. “Are you sick? Are you not feeling well? Because I am sure you did not just say that.”

“Stop.” He chuckled, capturing my wrist in his hand. “Invite him over. I want to thank him for taking you to the gallery that day when…you know…”

“The day you were a dick?” I grinned, teasing him.

Nate narrowed his eyes in warning. “Yes, the day I was a dick.”

I bit my lip, amused. This was exactly why I loved him so much. Maybe I was a bit prouder, but Nathan—when he messed up, he had no trouble admitting it. He’d apologize, and the apology would be sincere; there was nothing hypocritical about him.

“Besides…I have a confession to make.”

Oh no.

When a man says they have a confession to make, it’s never good.

I took a deep breath. “What is it?”

“Remember that bar fight?” He grimaced.

Did he seem afraid?

I nodded slowly, not understanding what the bar fight had to do with any of this. He was angry, so he drank and got in a bar fight. Big deal; that’s the typical male thing to do, nothing surprising there.

“Well, the fight wasn’t really a bar fight. It was more of a ‘I’m pissed, and Derek is here’ fight.”

“It was with Derek?” I shrieked, jumping off his lap. He scratched the back of his head.

“Kind of.”

“Yes or no, Nathan?”

“Yes.”

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