#Chapter27
Deciding that finding Nate is better than trying to determine if he is crying or not I start looking more into the room I spot a large piano in the corner and in the piano seat facing the large window that overlooks the city was Nate. A bottle of whisky sat beside him.
If he knew that I was inside, he didn't show it.
Slowly I walk towards him, his body never moves he doesn't acknowledge me, so I keep moving, testing the boundaries. When I'm a few inches away I place my hand on his left shoulder giving a comforting squeeze.
His next action caught me off guard though.
Nate grabs my arm and pulls me down into his lap with his arm secured on my waist I squeal a little sur-prised at his fast movements. /"You're here /" he mumbles his face buried in my neck. I tense when I feel his nose pressed against the sensitive skin of my neck.
