'Oh, God,' I mumbled under my breath, as I realized I was successfully driving my friends away with my attitude. 'I'm that cousin who stinks of pee.'
I was more than grateful, then, when I saw my dad striding through the party toward me. However, as soon as I caught sight of his grim countenance, the gratitude was quickly replaced by concern.
'What's going on?' I asked softly, as he gently took hold of my elbow.
'I need to speak to you,' he replied gruffly.
Mystified and troubled, I let him lead me out of the sitting room and all the way upstairs. To my surprise he opened the door to Hannah's room and gestured for me to go in ahead of him.
Throwing him an inquiring look as I passed, I walked inside, only to come to an abrupt halt at the sight of Nate standing with his back to me. I swung around, wide-eyed, to question my dad, but the door was already slamming shut behind me.
My mouth agape, I whirled around to find Nate frowning at me.
'You're not Cam,' he observed quietly.
'You think?' I snapped. 'We've been had. My dad led me up here on false pretenses.'
He raised an eyebrow, amusement glittering in his dark eyes. 'Mick was in on it? When did he take my side?'
I knew exactly when my dad had switched to the dark side, and it was all my fault. Idiot child. 'Before you turned into a total asshat, I made the mistake of convincing him that you're a good guy. Unfortunately, what I told him seems to have overridden the fact that you stop being a good guy once your dick is involved.'
Instead of being offended, Nate laughed. 'I remember a time not too long ago when you would have blushed from head to toe saying that.'
'I remember a time when I thought there was no one else like you.'
That bled the amusement right out of him. We stared at each other in tense silence for a moment until Nate shook his head sadly. 'I hate that I'm the one who's done this to you. The Liv I fell for is the kindest, most compassionate and understanding woman I've ever met. I've made you lose her.'
Although I don't think he intended it as a barb, it hurt like one and I couldn't hide the tears that sprang to my eyes. Choking on the crushing sensation around my throat, I turned away, heading for the door.
I heard the sound of his quick movement behind me as I pulled the door open and suddenly his heat was flush against my back, and his hand was above my head, forcing the door shut again. I froze as Nate pressed against me, his hard body so achingly familiar.
'I know you think I've given up, babe,' he whispered against my ear, and I closed my eyes against the feel of him. 'But I haven't. I'm just giving you time to find her again.'
It came to me on swift feet – the knowledge that I would never move on as long as Nate held out hope of a reconciliation. I needed this to be final and yet I wanted just one more taste, so I spun around in his arms, cupped his nape in my hand, and pulled him down to my mouth. I'd forgotten what the taste of him could do to me – I was lost for a moment, drowning in sensation. Nate instantly wrapped his arms around me, hauling me tight against him as he kissed me back, desperate, a little rough, the wet, hot, deepness of our kiss like a euphoric drug taking effect.
I suddenly found myself pushed against the door, Nate's hands roaming my body like he didn't know where he wanted to touch me first. When he took hold of the back of my thigh and lifted my leg around him so he could press his erection against me, the heat roared through me. I growled into his mouth and his grip grew bruising.
It was a good thing too, because that slight nip of pain wheedled its way into my consciousness and I somehow found the strength to pull away from him.
Pressing hard against his chest, I forced him back and he released his hold on me.
Tenderly, I caressed his neck, sweeping my hand around and across his jaw, before brushing my thumb over his lower lip. Once my breathing began to even out, I lifted my eyes from his mouth to meet his burning gaze. The tears were back and he became a blur as I whispered, 'Stop waiting, Nate. I forgive you, okay. I get it, and I'm not angry at you. Not really. Because it's not your fault. I'm just kind of mad at the situation and I've been taking it out on you.'
Nate's brow creased with confusion. 'Liv, I don't … ' He shook his head, squeezing my waist in question.
So I explained.
'I want a love like what my dad had with my mom. I want what Joss and Braden have. Jo and Cam. Ellie and Adam.' The tears flowed freely before I could stop them. 'You already had that with Alana.'
As if I'd shot him, Nate jerked back from me.
'This may sound selfish and childish, but it's how I feel. I want to be the love of someone's life. I can't be second best. And I definitely can't be second best for you.' I reached behind me, turning the door handle. 'I'm sorry, Nate. I really am. But I can't spend the rest of my life loving a man who can't love me back in the same way.' I opened the door, trying to block out the pain in his eyes. 'So stop. For the both of us. Please.'