This is sort of weird, isn’t it?” Nate laughs again, running a hand through his hair and biting his lip as he looks at me. I relax a little, comforted to know that he’s at least a little bit as nervous as I am. “I was actually talking myself into leaving,” I admit, gesturing toward the front door. His face falls. “You don’t want to stay?” “No, I do, but…I probably shouldn’t.”
