Page 29 of The Right Kind of Wrong

“What do you want?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Every time I was near him I felt so vulnerable, exposed. I hated it.

“Where the hell are you actually going with him?”

“That shouldn't matter to you, Nathan,” I replied with a sigh.

Nathan placed his hand on my bare arm, gently caressing it. I had to do my best not to melt into his touch, pretend like he was causing nothing in me.

“You keep avoiding the conversation we need to have,” he hissed, his voice low but his gaze firm and unwavering. “If you keep avoiding this, it'll eventually blow over, you know that.”

“Okay,” I said, shrugging myself out of his touch, “We kissed. So what? It's done, it's over. What do you want to say? There's nothing left to talk about and there's no point in reliving it. It was just a kiss.”

Nathan snickered, taking a step toward me. “Just a kiss, huh?” I swallowed, watching how his gaze flickered to my lips. They parted as if silently inviting him once again. “Just a kiss that you've been replaying over and over again in your head. And now, you're leaving with that boy to try to forget it, aren't you?”

“It's not like that.” I averted my gaze. “Besides, don't you have a wife to be with?”

A slow smile crept on his face as he ran his hand through his hair. “When you're ready to talk, we will. Maybe then you'll be ready to listen and stop making assumptions about things you know nothing about.”

What the hell is he talking about?

As curious as I was, I turned around to see Josh still waiting in the car. Nathan nodded towards the vehicle, jaw tensed and hands in his pockets. “Go be with that boy,” he said. “When you're ready to talk like adults, I'll be here.”

He turned around, walking away while I stood there like an idiot, staring after him. “Oh,” he said, facing me once again, walking backward. “See if he makes you feel the same with just one kiss. I bet he won’t.”

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We drove around for a few minutes with Nathan's words replaying in my mind. He had been so confident in the way he spoke, as if he just knew what he was saying was true. I was so deep in thought that I didn't even realize when we arrived at a local drive-in theater.

Josh then went on to buy us drinks and a few snacks while I waited in the car. Strangely enough, there weren’t many people there despite it being a weekend. I didn't know what movie was playing and wasn't interested anyway.

When Josh finally returned, he sat next to me, placing his arm over my shoulder as best he could.

It felt strange.

It's not as if I hadn't been on dates or kissed other guys, but being with someone else, kissing someone else now felt wrong. I felt out of place.

Glancing over only to find him staring at me, I shifted awkwardly on my seat. “What?” I asked shyly.

“I'm glad we're getting to spend this time together, Evelyn,” he replied.

“Yeah,” I smiled, not missing the way he leaned in closer.

Oh no.

He's going to kiss me.

Tentatively, he cupped my face in a hand and leaned in, grazing his lips over mine. I closed my eyes for the hell of it, in an attempt to feel something. His lips touched mine and his hand lowered to my thigh, which thankfully was covered by the dress.

I wanted to feel something.

Anything.

At least a fucking sparkle, but there was nothing.

Still, I tried to kiss him back to no avail. His hand started to go upwards to my waist and goosebumps began to cover my skin. Not the type that happened with Nathan though. I broke the kiss, but he didn't stop, letting his lips travel down to my jaw.

“Josh,” I said, placing my hands on his chest with the hope he'd get the message. “Josh, please stop.”

He hummed against my neck, his hand going further up to my ribs. “Come on, we finally have the chance,” he insisted.

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