His dad’s disapproving stare slides to him. “Looks like you found one person who buys into the bullcrap you’re selling.” Nate lets go of my hand and slides his arm around my shoulder, curling his fingers around me possessively. Tingles shoot from my back, down my body, creating a swirl of havoc in my stomach. “Carly’s opinions are the only ones that matter to me.” There’s a hard edge to Nate’s words that brings tension with them.
