Nate’s fingers seemed to tighten on my thighs, or maybe that was my imagination? “You said last night that my apology was accepted…” Ah. That. “I did…” I agreed slowly. “But?” he prompted with a heavy edge of dread. “We’re not good, are we?” Damn it. “No,” I confirmed. “We’re not. I was very invested in forgiving you last night, but it’d be a lie to say everything is forgiven and forgotten today.”
i want them to have alone time
