“What?” he asks. “Say it.” “I don’t get you,” I admit, avoiding his eyes as I trail my finger over the ring on his chain. “You’re so hot and cold all the time. It's like you’re two completely different people. Which side are you faking, Nate?” A small smirk touches his lips, but he doesn’t answer me, his knuckles brushing my outer thigh while I lay my head on his chest.
