Nate reaches out, and I yank my arm away before he can make contact. Long sleeves or no, I can’t today. The hurt that flashes across his face before he’s able to disguise it makes my chest burn with shame. I don’t want to be like this anymore. “You sure?” he asks. I sigh and try to unknot my muscles a little bit. I’m too edgy, and there is no fucking reason for it. It’s Nate.
