#Chapter36
Nathaniel Gray AKA Nate
Patty
I followed Nate downstairs into the basement. He brushed his hair out of his face as he searched for a pair of pliers. Damn, he was hot. Focus, Patty. He’s not sexy but a thorn in your side. Plus, he’s seven years older than me.
He pulled out a toolbox, opened it, and rummaged through the contents. /"Sometimes, my ma does these things on purpose./"
/"Huh?/"
/"My ma does this shit on purpose./" Nate stared at me, making me uncomfortable.
When we were kids, it was different. He would tease me. Now we have a weird tension between us, which had never been there.
Oh, I know she does these things on purpose because I’ve seen it firsthand.
/"Found it./" He held up a pair of needle-nose pliers.
/"Huh?/"
He shoved the pliers in my face. /"Pliers./"
