Page 30 of The Wrong Side Of Us

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“I’m okay,” I replied. “A bit anxious, but okay.”

Nathan cleared his throat, and finally, I turned around to look at him. “Your appetite is back,” he noted with a small smile.

I shrugged. “I have to eat something.” My attention turned back to the food in front of me, because if I was to say the following words looking at him, I’d break down. “I’m sorry I doubted you…I had no clue he was here.”

“I didn’t, either,” he answered. “He told me he’s been having trouble with his marriage, but I didn’t know the extent of it.”

When I finished the quesadillas, I placed them on a plate for him. I then turned to my cereal, the one thing I could keep down. “I’m a mess,” I said quietly. “But I don’t know what to do with all these insecurities I have.”

He tensed at my words. He must have thought he knew what I was going to say, but he didn’t.

I interrupted his train of thoughts by continuing. “I want to try this, Nathan. But you have to be patient with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere if you don’t want me to,” he replied quickly.

He stood there in silence while I poured us both a glass of orange juice and placed them on the table, eyes following each one of my movements. I didn’t mind, until it was my cereal’s turn and I dropped it all on the floor. Nathan cursed, walking to the island, and grabbing paper towels while I just…stared at the mess.

Everything was a mess.

“Are you okay?” He dropped the paper towels on the floor, trying to clean up while I stood there. “Baby?”

Suddenly his fingers were at my chin, and he raised my face up to look at him. Frustrated, I tried to look away, but he stopped me. His gaze tender, voice soft. “Hey…it’s okay, Evie.”

“It’s not,” I sighed. “Nothing is okay. I don’t know how to fix this, Nathan. We’re falling apart.”

I could tell he was trying not to laugh, and that only infuriated me more.

“Evie, all this over cereal?”

“It was my cereal,” I pouted, wiping away my tears.

“I know, but there’s more. There’s a solution to everything, baby…and we’ll be fine too. You’ll see.” He cupped my face in his hands, pressing his forehead against my own.

“At least I didn’t drop your quesadillas,” I whispered, glancing over to the cheesy goodness. Nathan grinned, leaning down, and kissing me.

It was meant to be brief, I knew that; it was meant to be just a small peck on the lips, but for the first time in forty-eight hours, his lips were on mine. I moaned at the contact, my arms wrapping around his neck to deepen the kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth, and an appreciative groan left his throat. His hand grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as his lips traveled down my jaw and neck.

I missed him.

“You doubted me,” he murmured, biting down on my neck. I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut as his tongue swept over the skin, soothing it.

He hummed, raising the shirt I wore up, removing it completely from my body. His gaze warmed my body as it traveled down, pleased to see I wasn’t wearing a bra and left me only in panties.

“You’re all I want.” Nathan ravished my mouth again, lifting me up almost immediately and setting me on the table, my chest heaving and my heart racing. I felt his finger slide down my abdomen to my panties, removing them from my body and leaving me completely bare to him.

His sweatpants followed, and I licked my lips, staring at his hard length.

He towered over me, gripping my chin with a hand. I whimpered when I felt the tip of him at my wet core.

“You’re all I want.”

I moaned when he thrust into me unexpectedly, his eyes fixed on my face, gauging my reaction. My back arched, and my hands dug into his shoulders as he held me against him.

“You don’t believe my words…so I’ll just show you.” He pulled back, nailing me in slow, steady strokes.

Everything felt more intense for some reason; perhaps it was the way he looked at me or the way he touched me, making me feel like I was the only one for him that took my breath away.

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