Emily POV
We remained silent. Bile rises in my throat just imagining what he could answer, I see how his forearms tense sprouting his veins and after several uncomfortable seconds, he responds frustrated.
"You know what? You're right it was the alcohol."
Unfortunately, after thinking about it Nathan decided to agree with me, which made my little heart a little heavy as it skipped a beat every time the man made a pass at me. But no matter what came out of his mouth, I knew in my chest and in my mind that Nathan knew the real reason for the scenes of passion between the two of them.
Our gazes had connected differently from day one and with each passing day, we only confirmed what we already knew.
Friends, the mouse, and the cheese.
"Do you want me to stroke your arm? I'm sober enough to do it" I ask trying to sound amused in search of his touch; I didn't like it when he got distant and I didn't want to continue to push the issue.
