Chapter 40

The grass is soft under my bare feet as I make my way from my backyard to Nate's. My stomach coils with nerves and I pull my sweater lower against my palms as a nervous habit as I duck under a low tree branch.

I nearly jump out of my skin when I see Nate pacing on the other side of the tree near his patio doors. I must have gasped at the sight of him or maybe I stepped on a branch, but for whatever reason, he stops and locks eyes with mine.

"You came," he says as if he wasn't believing what he is seeing.

His face, always clear now without his glasses obstructing the view of those wishing to admire him, looks serene but slightly distracted.

I stay by my spot at the tree and play more with the sleeves of my sweater. "Of course I did. You asked me to." My voice is off, nervous--terrified, really--as I watch him, watching me.

It's still so strange to know that he can actually see now.

I want to know what he sees in me. Does he see what I see? A stupid girl who can't seem to get her