“Wait, what? How'd you hear that? You followed us outside?”
“Yes, I followed you,” I reply, stumbling a bit because I know I was wrong in that regard. “I was mad because you were obviously trying to stop me from leaving with Jackson, and I wanted to know why.” I take a deep breath. “I guess I can't control what you think about me, and that's…whatever, that's fine, but I don't know why you had to go sharing your opinion with Jackson. I mean, am I really that unattractive to you?”
To my horror, my lower lip starts to tremble. I don't want to cry right now but I can’t hold back the tears any longer.
“No…shit, that's not what…” Nate says, his eyes widen as a tear slips down my cheek. I furiously brush it away and Nate backs up, running his hands through his wavy hair. “It's not that I don't want Jackson to date you, it's that I don’t want you to date Jackson.”
“What? That doesn't make any sense,” I reply, trying to staunch the flow of tears as I tug at my hair.
“Jackson's track record with women is pretty bad. They're just conquests to him.”
I cross my arms and frown at him. “That sounds pretty hypocritical. I mean, the first time we met, you asked me to have a threesome with you and you didn't even know my name.”
A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “OK, that's fair. For the record, you just looked so shocked, and innocent—I couldn’t resist. You're right, it's not like I have a great track record either. I guess the difference, in my mind, is that I'm upfront about it. I've never promised a woman a relationship. The girls I sleep with, they know that it's not going anywhere because I tell them that. Jackson pulls them in by promising them a future with him, and then as soon as he sleeps with them, he acts like they don't exist.”
“But you're friends with him…” I point out.
“Well, he's a good friend. Loyal, funny…”
“But he sounds like a bad person. I just… I don't know why you'd want to be friends with a person like that. Sorry, maybe I'm just…” I shake my head, trying to process this new version of events. “He did…what you just said about him does match up with some things he was saying to me. God, I can't believe I fell for it.”
“He wasn't always like that,” Nate says quietly, gesturing vaguely to a framed photo sitting on his desk. I glance at it, then walk over to get a closer look.
“Oh my god, is that you?” I ask, picking it up. It's a class photo from elementary school, three rows of smiling kids with their teacher standing next to them. Nate is easy to spot. “You look so serious, like you're on the way to the office or something.”
Nate peers over my shoulder at it, his face an exact reflection of his younger self. “That was the year my mom left,” he says quietly.
“Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. Do you ever see her?”
“No. She made her choice.” He pauses for a moment. “That one's Jackson,” he says, pointing out a grinning towheaded boy. I snort. He had a flirtatious smile even back then. “I'm sorry you heard me say those things. Jackson's the kind of guy who, if you tell him something's off limits, that makes him want it even more. He's never been denied anything. So I thought it would be better to convince him that he didn't want you in the first place.”
I fiddle with the edge of the frame and then turn to face him. He’s standing closer than I thought he was. “So…you don't think those things about me?” I whisper, feeling suddenly vulnerable.
“No, the exact opposite, really,” he replies, equally softly. “Brynn you are gorgeous.”
There's a charged moment between us. I can't rip my gaze away from his eyes. I realize he's moving forward ever so slowly, and my lips automatically part, my body taking over from my brain. Every inch of my skin tingles, and I suddenly feel brave—a completely different reaction than anything I’ve ever felt being this close to Jackson.
Just before his mouth touches mine, I close my eyes. As our lips come together, an exquisite feeling rushes through me, unlike anything I've ever felt before. His lips graze mine, then return a bit more firmly, guiding me into a kiss. I've been kissed by a handful of guys over the years, but this kiss is something else. Nate is something else.
His hands wrap around my waist and slide to the small of my back as his lips crush against mine. All my thoughts evaporate, all my worries and insecurities—maybe it's that I can tell he knows exactly what he's doing, and so I can let myself go, trust myself in his hands. He nudges me slightly with his nose and his lower lip brushes against mine. I almost gasp as I feel his tongue move smoothly into my mouth. Electricity flies straight from my mouth to the base of my hips.