My fingers trace my palm, the exact place Nathan held my hand. That moment on the roof, it’s like he knew. What exactly he knew, I have no clue. I don’t even know what it means, if it’s even supposed to mean something. Was he just being there for me? Am I more than a friend? Does he think of me that way now, or is he just really good at being himself? Or am I totally looking way too deep into this?
