Chapter Seventeen

“Jesus, Nate. What the hell are you doing in my apartment?” I asked, holding my poor startled heart. I did give him a key but I didn't expect him to scare me like this.

“Becca,” he slurred and I noticed that he was slightly drunk.

“You could have called before coming. You scared the crap out of me and why the hell are you drunk?” I asked and started to walk past him.

“I’ve missed you,” he muttered and placed a hand on my shoulders, turning me around roughly.

“We do hang out often, Nate.” I sighed and pushed him lightly. I had a gut feeling that he wasn’t here to just hang out with me.

“Look, Becca, I want you.”

What?

“What?” I asked, scrunching my eyebrows in confusion.

“I mean...I want to be with you,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, ” as more than a friend.”

“Well, I think you are super drunk and you are talking bullshit,” I le