Chapter Twelve

After walking down the streets aimlessly to clear my mind, I came home late to avoid facing Nate but he was already waiting for me in the living room.

God, I felt like I couldn't have my own space. Maybe I should move out. This was definitely not working out for both of us.

"Becca," he started.

"Nate, please. I'm exhausted and I don't want to have another argument," I tried to walk past him but he stopped me by standing in front of me.

"I just want to talk, no arguments I swear," he held up his hands and I let out a huge sigh.

"Fine, go on." I folded my arms in front of me and he took a deep breath.

"I was genuinely surprised when you said that you liked me and I realized that, us," he gestured between us, "sleeping together should have made it worse for you,"

"No shit, Sherlock!" I muttered under my breath.

"I'm so s