Emily POV
Another sip from the wine glass.
"So what are you going to do?" he asks, giving the piece of food that was hanging from his fingers a cuddle. In between mouthfuls she points to the wine glass with her head: "Answer soon Emily because the way you go with those wine glasses, it won't be long before you're drunk."
If I wasn't already.
"Well, I'm not going to do anything."
"I beg your pardon?" She takes a bitter swallow of pepperoni and starts coughing uncontrollably: "You're not going to do anything? You're such a control freak, how are you going to do that?"
"Even if I have to get drunk every day so I don't have to worry, I won't do anything" I repeat: "Nathan is like a bug, push him too hard and he'll run away."
"And that's what you don't want."
