School was rough today. We didn't have a lab scheduled so I didn't get to talk to Nate. I wanted to apologize for the way Danny treated him yesterday.
So instead I settled with a stalker mindset and sat behind him in class today and watched him. I liked the way he moves slowly. I liked the way his nose scrunches up when he is concentrating or the way he mutters under his breath when something is giving him trouble. He still never let anyone help him, though. He was stubborn. Just like me. I also found it amusing how I noticed all these things in just a few days.
Luck is once again not on my side when there are no coffee beans in sight. I sigh and head for the door because coffee wasn't going to drop from the sky. I grab my car keys and head to my favorite coffee shop. Which also happens to be the place I work.
It actually isn't a coffee shop at all but a breakfast diner that elderly people mostly occupied. I think that is why I like it. There is rarely anyone under the age of twenty that walked through those lightweight, screened doors because most kids my age didn't want eggs and sausage from dinner, but prefered burrito bowls or burgers.
Not only am I hungover from last nights shenanigans with Alyssa but now I am going to be breaking one of the boss's rule: No drinking coffee on the job. It is a stupid rule but for some odd reason Levi is totally against the bitter drink unless you were over the age of fifty.
"Vegetables are all you need for energy," he says every time he catches me chugging a mug before one of my shifts. "I can whip you up a green power smoothie, if you like?"
Levi was the son of Lincoln, the late owner of Linc's Diner who past away a little over a year ago from a heart attack. That is why Levi is so gungho on health and fitness. I don't blame him but you also couldn't pay me to drink one of those things instead of my warm, amazing, hazelnut coffee.
I tie my apron around my waist as I quickly clock in. The smell of bacon arouses my empty stomach but not in a good way. Today is going to be a long day but at least the week was halfway done and all there is left to think about is the Friday night football game.
"Good morning, sunshine," Lennette sings into my ear as she sashays past me with a pot of freshly brewed coffee.
I stop her before grabbing a cup from the closest shelf and pour the nearly black liquid into the off white mug.
"Woah, what did you do last night?" Lennette leans against the counter and grabs the pot when I hold it out for her.
I take a long drink and close my eyes, trying my hardest to block out the pounding thuds the Theta's bass seemed to leave behind.
"Oh, you know," I reply, sending her a wink. A large smile spreads across her face, leaving her aging beauty radiate under her dark skin.
"Oh, child, do I." She laughs a cackling laugh that instantly wakes me up. I quickly finish my coffee before Levi comes out of his office to greet the staff which contained of myself, Lennette, and Gary the cook. Things here were slow on weekdays. It's after the game on Fridays that we are the busiest. Sometimes I wish I wasn't a cheerleader so I could work the shift and get more tips.
That meant that I could afford a bus ticket up to New Hampshire. I would have my parents buy me one but I didn't want them to convince me on having them go with. I wanted to tour Dartmouth on my own without their encyclopedia minds rattling off this and that about the greatness of the school. I want to do this on my own.
"Don't think I didn't notice that you were late, Miss Henderson." Levi's booming voice fills the back kitchen with morning energy. No doubt he had his green smoothie this morning.
I wince and turn around hiding the coffee mug behind my back. The last thing I want is another lecture from this guy. Levi is nice, nearly thirty, and engaged to a woman named Marissa who is a yoga instructor at the local gym. For a guy who is so into fitness, it sure didn't make sense that he owns a diner that sells pounds of greasy bacon and hash browns on the daily.
"Sorry, Levi." I give him my most charming smile even though I know he actually isn't mad in the slightest. He's a pretty laid back guy. "Had some last minute homework to finish up."
We both know this is a lie.
"You're lucky all the customers adore you otherwise you would have been chucked months ago."
I roll my eyes with faux annoyance and place my mug in the sink without hiding it. He narrows his eyes at me, looking at the mug and then back at my smirking face, before shooing me to the waiting customers.
I grab a pot of coffee from one of the burners and start making my rounds. Lennette takes one side of the diner while I take the other and before I know it, all the table are full along with all the late afternoon coffee lovers' mugs.
"Would you like some more coffee, sir?" I ask the guy sitting in the furthest booth.
"Yes, please."
That deep, tenor, voice makes me pause with the coffee pot suspended in the air. I look down at the boy sitting in the corner, a laptop placed in front of him, along with a pair of dark sunglasses perched on his nose.
For a moment I think to just pour his coffee and then get on with my shift, quickly sneaking by without being noticed, but my conscience wouldn't allow me to do so.
"Hello, Nate." My voice comes out smoother than I expect it to be. I'm blaming it on the nonisolated atmosphere.
His head tilts to the side slightly, following my voice. His square jaw clenches noticeably but an unaware smile slowly graces his features.
"Oh. You."
I breathe out a shaky laugh and take in his freshly showered hair that is sticking up around the forehead along with his usual dark zip up.
"The one and only," I gloat.
"I didn't know you worked... Here--I-I didn't k-know you worked here."
I laugh again because this is not an unusual observation. My family is very well off but that doesn't make me very well off. My parents are rich, not me. "You don't have to cover it up. I know you weren't expecting a Henderson to be wearing an apron."
"That's not it."
"Yes, it is. And that's okay. I understand." There is awkward silence for a second and I feel the need to cover it up which leads to me saying the first thing that came to my mind. "Plus, I like all the pockets in the apron to stash away the extra food."
"Well, I'm sure it looks nice on you." His voice is soft and pleasant and I certainly don't miss the slight blush that spread up from the collar of his sweatshirt to his cheeks. To hide his embarrassment, I lean forward and fill his half empty mug and then scoot it closer to his hand so he doesn't miss or spill it. While doing so I catch sight of what he is writing on his screen.
"Ugh," I say straightening back up. "I hated Catcher in the Rye."
Nate had his mug brought up to his lip when he chokes on the dark liquid. It is amusing, really. I can see his eyes, such a light brown behind those ray bands, go wide in disbelief. "You hated Catcher in the Rye?"
Intrigued as to where this conversation could go, I quickly graze the room for Levi and when I don't see him, I sit down on the other side of Nate in his booth.
"Holden is the most annoying character I have ever had to read about." This isn't entirely true but I want to get a reaction out of this kid.
Nate shifts determinedly in his seat as if he is gearing himself up for an argument which I will gladly give him. I battled Kim Chen for class president our junior year and wiped the floor with her. If doctor doesn't work out in my future then a lawyer was runner up.
"He saw things as they really are. He noticed the world as it really is which is--"
"Phony?" I smile smugly at him until I realize that he can't see it and it disappears into a slight grin. Nate hesitates, his body relaxing, until he also lets out a shaky laugh.
"Kelly!" Levi calls from behind the counter. He throws the rag he was wiping off the counter with over his shoulder while giving me a look that told me to get off my butt. I stick my tongue out at him. He rolls his eyes and goes back to conversing with Gary over the grill.
"You want to know what's phony?" I say scooting out of the booth and returning the coffee pot to my hand. "Decaf coffee. I'll go get you the good stuff so you can work through that paper."
I can hear a soft scuff from Nate as I walk away and if he was any other male customer I would have swung my hips a little extra to receive a decent tip but this is Nathaniel Haynes we are talking about.
I sweetly smile at Levi as I pass him and all he does is shake his head before disappearing back into his office.
I can't concentrate my entire shift and unfortunately, my fellow co-worker notices. "Who is that?" Lennette asks while leaning against the countertop counting her tips for the day.
It is already nine which means that Linc's is closing. Which also means that I can finally go home and sleep off the last of the alcohol in my system.
Strangely enough, though, the effects of last night aren't bothering me as much as I thought it would. Yes, my head hurts like hell, and yes, my stomach heaves everytime I smell bacon or eggs, but it was like the shock of seeing Nate sitting here all afternoon has kept my mind off of it.
I shrug my shoulders and try my hardest to look distracted as to not give too much away.
"Oh comes on, child, don't give me that. I saw you making googly eyes at him all day. The last time I looked at my husband like that we conceived our oldest. Not to mention when you left me alone for a good few minutes just to sit and chat with him. The conversation looked pretty intense. Now spill." Lennette is never one you could say no to. I've seen her scold her own children before, who were close to teenagers, and I know for a fact they never say no to her.
"I have not been making googly eyes at him, Lennette. You're being silly."
"No, I ain't."
"Yes, you are."
She gives me a pointed look with one hand on her round hip and the other bracing herself on the counter. I can feel my submissive walls slam down within seconds with her narrow brown eyes pinning me down.
"Okay, fine," I say heaving a sigh. "He's my lab partner."
"Your lab partner."
I give her a dumbfounded look that sends her eyes rolling. She cackles again which has me looking over toward Nate to see if he was listening. I know he is too far away to hear about what we are talking about but I have heard that when someone loses one sense, others are heightened and I wasn't about to risk Nate getting an ear full of Lennette gossiping.
"That's it?"
"I don't see how it is any of your business, okay? Besides," I undo my apron and gather my tips as well. "I'm dating Danny."
Lennette makes a pshhh sound and walks to the other side of the counter. "We both know that Greyson boy is not good enough for you."
I give her a warning look that even I know isn't all too serious as what I meant it to be. "You hush." I point my pen in her direction and walk back behind the counter to finish closing the diner.
Lennette pivotes on her heels and turns towards our last customer. "Honey, we're about to close up," Lennette says from across the room. Nate's stops typing and takes his headphones out.
"Okay. Sorry."
"No problem, sugar. Take your time." She then makes her way back to me and nudges me with her hip towards him. I glare at her mildly from over my shoulder and then grudgingly do as she promoted.
I wait for a few moments though to watch him pack his things. He did things so carefully, so surprisingly graceful for someone with his disability. One by one he packs his computer, book, headphones, and other gadgets into his backpack. I don't approach him until he starts to make his way around the booth.
I rush over to him before he can leave, something catching my eye on the table.
"You forgot your phone," I say holding it out to him. Before he can go through much trouble, I place it in his hand. He smiles embarrassingly towards me.
"Thank you."
"No problem. Did you finish the paper?"
"Yeah, I did, but it's been so long since I wrote an actual paper that I don't know if it turned out well."
Before I can stop myself, I offer to help him. "I could read it over if you like."
I nearly choke on air after my offer and panic starts to sink in. I am doing exactly what Danny told me not to do. I am forcefully inserting myself in Nathaniel Haynes' life whether I knew I was intentionally doing it or not.
But as the strange giddy feeling in my stomach that I got at the thought of spending the slightest time with Nate sprinkled about my body, I know I wasn't doing this out of a guilty conscience.
This boy is intriguing. He is quiet, yet spoke his mind just like he did when I offended a book that he likes. There is something about him that makes me want to tell him about all my ambitions and inspirations. I shake my head quickly as if to swipe those ridiculous ideas away. I think I am still drunk.
"Really?" Nate shifts his backpack higher up on his shoulder.
"Sure," I croak and silently clear my throat. "You said you're kinda rusty. I do happen to be Valedictorian of our class."
"Yeah, you're welcome," he says but there is humor in his voice. I laugh loudly. It never crossed my mind that he was my competition.
"So what do you say?" I wait for his answer, rocking back and forth on my heels nervously.
"T-thanks." He is beginning to reach behind him to his backpack to take out his laptop when I stop him.
"But," I say, an idea popping into my head. "You have to do something for me first."
Nate freezes and for a minute I almost talk myself down into what I am about to request. I hate that those glasses blackened my view of the only window that could give me a hint as to what he was thinking.
"Oh, calm down Nathaniel, it's not like I'm going to have you rob a bank." A punch him lightly in the arm and Nate stumbles back a step which has me giggling. He pushes his glasses back up with one finger and centers himself.
"Why do I suddenly feel like this is a big mistake on my part?"
I smile wickedly and grab his arm and begin to lead him out of the diner. "Hush up and get into my car."
"So this is a kidnapping." The strange thing is though, there is no panic in his voice. I am getting used to the stuttering and the shyness but at this moment there is neither. In fact, it could have been mistaken for a hint of cheekiness in the boy's voice.
"Call it what you want, but I'm calling it a date."
Nate digs his heels into the cement sidewalk and his head snaps in my direction. I laugh at the way his mouth goes slack and his eyes bug out from behind his glasses from what could have been from lack of oxygen.
"Kidding." My voice rings out in mockery but deep down I'm totally not kidding.
He can call it what he wants but I'm still calling it a date.
Through all the talking and staring at Nate, I did not notice that it was raining steadily outside. The sound pitter-patters against the large windows of Linc's so loudly that I am extremely surprised when I walk out into it. Nate breathes a deep breath through his nose. I can imagine that the smell was strong and found myself doing the same. "I love the smell of rain," I comment as we both stand under the striped canopy of the diner."I don't very much like navigating in it, though," Nate nearly groans. He has yet to take his walking stick out. It was as if he was delaying spending alone time with me. Strangely, I am more excited than nervous. This is a first around him."You stay here and I'll get my car brought up to the door." Before he can answer, I take off into the pouring rain. I return drenched with my hair sticking to my face and my light jacket clingying to me like a second skin. I quickly get out of my car and run back to where Nate is standing. The rain has yet to to
I am nearly bouncing in my seat when we park. I haven't been to an arcade in years. I hop out of the car. When I don't hear the passenger side door open and close, I stand in front of the headlights and place my hands on my hips. When Nate still doesn't move, I sigh and throw my hands in the air. "Nate, come on!" I whine. When he still remains in the car, I march over to his door and fling it open. "If you don't get your little butt up and out of this car, I will drag you into this building."Nate scoffs and shifts his glasses on his face. When I grabbed his elbow he quickly shakes me off."Fine." He sounds like a kid who was told no to getting candy at the grocery store. It is kind of adorable. I smile triumphantly and latch onto his arm to guide us into the arcade. The second we walk into the building the smell of popcorn and pizza knocks me off my feet as well as the sound of the pinball machine dinging. That's my game. It didn't take long for a voice to say hello to Nate. Onc
Loud cheering fills the air as the cool North Carolina wind nips at my bare shoulders. Alyssa winks over at me as the crowd busts out in frantic applause when Danny scores his second touchdown of the night. The too short miniskirt rustles around my legs as the night air begins to pick up. After multiple high kicks I am beginning to feel exhausted. I used to love cheering. I used to love Danny pointing my way as if to say "that one was for you, baby." But now I feel overly fake and cheery with both topics.There used to be no better feeling than friday night lights for the Stanton Stallions. The cool night air where the school year went from summer weather to fall weather in weeks, the craze of the crowd and student section, homecoming; Everything left a happy bubble in the air. I am good at putting on a happy face. You don't make it to the top of the pyramid without knowing how to play the game. But I have found that my smile is now a little too big and my high ponytail is too tight
"You have reached your destination," Siri states proudly as I look up at a large white house. "Thank you, friend," I slur and kiss my phone screen. I shove my phone into my jean jacket and start to make my way up the walkway. I have to admit that it crossed my mind to make this a very dramatic scene from one of those Shakespeare plays. The thought of finding a dim lighted room and reaching down for a few pebbles to throw longingly at that certain window was pretty intriguing about now. But I wasn't that drunk.The cool air seems to have sobered me up some and now I am starting to feel uncertain about seeing Nate. Would he find me annoying for showing up at-- 1:09-- in the morning? Probably. And I'm sure his parents will enjoy that as well. Oh goodness, what I am doing here?Before I can turn around and walk a few more houses down to sneak back up to my own bedroom and crash on my incredibly soft bed, my hand is already knocking on the door. There were no lights on in the house from
Wow, I am drunk."Nate, do you happen to have some water I could drink?"Nate nods but instead of letting him get up and navigate to the kitchen, I place a hand on his forearm and lightly push him back down to the couch. "Just tell me where and I will get it myself. I didn't come here to bother you."Nate clears his throat. "Second cabinet on the top. Tall glasses are on the bottom shelf and short glasses are on the top. Thought I would tell you that incase you were feelings like a lot of water or just a couple swigs..."I grin down at the nearly shaking boy. "Thanks for the options."I walk to the kitchen which is big and just as homey as the living room with childhood pictures on the fridge and fruit in bowls. My mother never allows fruit to be outside of the refrigerator because of fruit flies. And she didn't like clutter laying around unless it was hers which keeps me pretty secluded to my bedroom which is fine with me. "Second cabinet, right?" I ask from the other room. I don't
I wake up to the sun making the back of my eyelids orange. Instantly, the color gives me a migraine. Cracking one eye open, I come straight to a tall mirror. Propping myself up onto my elbow I look at myself in it.My straight blonde hair is rustled and puffed in various areas and my mascara raccoons my eyes in the worst sort of way."Shit," I mutter horrified at my appearance. I reach down for the water that Nate had offered me last night and take a large gulp hoping that it would mellow my horrible morning breath. I could still taste alcohol in the back of my throat.I am on a large neon green beanbag next to Nate's bed. Conversation from last night hits me like a bus."Nate, are you sure you're okay with me staying here? I don't want to intrude."Nathaniel's face whitened at my words. We were no longer sitting on his couch but had moved to his bedroom upstairs. It was innocent because he wanted to show me his album collection but I couldn't lie and say that being in his room excite
"Thanks for your help today, Kelly."I collect the rest of the foam lined coloring pages and hand them to Mrs. Rolland as she peered over her bifocals smiling at me. "The children just love these. It makes coloring for them such a joy," She continues and takes them from me with a kind smile gracing her features. "I'll see you next week." I give a little wave and begin to make my way out of the children's area at the clinic for the visually impaired. I've been coming to Greensboro since Nate's accident and dedicating my time volunteering every Wednesday after cheer practice. I told everyone I needed the hours for Dartmouth, but the truth is, it eased my guilty conscience knowing that I was making children without sight smile. Plus, I enjoyed it. I like coming here every week to play and color with the kids. I grab my light jacket and push open the atrium doors. As I am walking down the concrete front stairs, my eyes glue onto the sight dogs training in the lawn. There is something m
"You mean to tell me that he slept with the telescope?" Milk threatens to come out my nose while I choke out the sentence. Nate's face is beet red as his family and I laugh at his dispense. "For over a month!" Lucy giggles, looking fondly at her son. She reaches over and squeezes his forearm. He doesn't jump out of his skin when she touches him. Why only me? "Nathaniel was so happy when Tim and I surprised him on his birthday with it. You would have thought we bought the kid a space shuttle.""Which he pouted about for another month because we said no to the space shuttle," Tim, Nate's father, butts in with a mouth full of his wife's meatloaf. "Can we please move on to a topic that doesn't involve embarrassing me?" Nate pushes his green beans around on his plate, refusing to lift his head. "Yes, sweetheart," Lucy hiccups from trying to silence her laughter, "of course. We're sorry.""I'm not," I tease and look over at my anxious bio partner. I'm pleasantly surprised when Nate rolls
Nate takes forever as I wait for him at the top of the stairs. "Let's go, slowpoke! I only have a few more hours until I have to catch my flight." I spin around and lean against the railing to look sweetly down at him. I can't help but grin as he huffs and puffs, taking one step after the other. "What have you been doing at that Ivy League of yours? Track?" Nate shakes his head and laughs at himself as he makes it to me. "I've actually taken up rowing," I tell him with a smile. I flex my newly toned arms before wrapping them around his neck, enjoying the superiority of being one step higher than him. "Look at you," Nate praises with a crooked grin that makes me lean into him further. "My very own Kate Middleton."My laugher echos off the concrete walls of Nate's dorm building. I lean down and kiss him soundly on the mouth. He sighs into it which makes me feel light and content."Thanks again for staying up late to watch the royal wedding with me." I pull back and look into his eye
This will be the last chapter Nate's POV friends! This last chapter is being taken place after Nate takes Kelly to the dock and they see their shooting star. It's just an on going chapter in his point of view to wrap things up:) Feel the feels, folks.________________________I take Kelly by the hand, loving the way her fingers look tangled with mine as we walk into the lake house. She's smiling. It's soft, like an angel's feather, but it's there, and she's looking at me in a way that makes me feel like my heart is going to explode out of my chest. It almost physically hurts to see just how beautiful she is. Her hair, as soft as my imagination remembers, looks like a halo around her face. Her small baby hairs fly away from the cool lake breeze and the simple sight of it all puts me in awe.My fingers fumble with the key to the house. Kelly's hand is still gripped in mine and like always, she picks up on my anxiety and wraps her other hand around our combined ones and leans in and ki
NATE'S POV"Are you ready, Nathaniel?" Dr. Henderson asks while fingering the bandage that is wrapped around the top of my head in order to cover my eyes."Yes." But was I really? What if the world is darker than what it appeared to be while blind? It felt darker without her in it. She should be here. I had planned on her being here but she had to go and do the thing I most feared. She used me.Kelly lied to me. And that hurt more than the constant pounding in my head since the surgery."Now, I must warn you," her father says as he begins to unravel the gauze. "You will feel discomfort with bright light. Try to continue to wear the glasses or at least a pair of sunglasses for the next week inside as well as outside. Actually," he finishes taking off the wrap, "we suggest you stay away from direct sunlight for the first few days because it could cause more damage but nothing time won't heal."I keep my eyes closed. What if the surgery didn't work? What if I remain in the darkness forev
Doesn't she know that it's girls like her that men like to have in their trophy case? And the fact that she is clearly intoxicated just asks for more problems. Why did she drink so much tonight, anyway?"Calm down, Daddy. Would you rather I drove?" My body stills and my heart stops in my chest. Actually halts in shock and a little of something else that I am ashamed to claim. Kelly laughs at my reaction which makes my cheeks heat more if that is even possible. My body burns like the surface of Mars. "I'm sorry," Kelly hiccups and she laughs some more. "Nate, do you happen to have some water I could drink?"I nod and start to get up and away from this predicament my mind and body is having with each other but Kelly forces me back down. "Just tell me where and I will get it myself. I didn't come here to bother you."I clear my throat because her hand print is now searing on my shoulder. "Second cabinet on the top," I say in a rush. I go to push the bridge of my glasses up and over m
NATE'S POVI lay on my giant bean bag and think of her.The way her voice sounds when she's excited about some little thing, such as a the little silver bullet pinging back to the stop of a silly arcade game, or how it turns dreamy when she talks about pursuing her career in medicine.It is strange, because when she talks about becoming a doctor, she sounds cautious, like she's worried that I will shoot her aspirations down. Which is odd because her father is the greatest neurosurgeon in the state of North Carolina. And, who wouldn't want to brag about wanting to save lives?She is bound to be something great because she is great.Which worries me. I have thought every second of every day since kindergarten about this girl and now she actually knows I'm alive. Which also worries me.I feel alive when I am with her--actually, I feel nervous and anxious and all above terrified, but that's only because I don't understand how I can feel all this. It's like I'm the dog and Kelly has finall
NATE'S POV"You don't have to start today," my mother tells me while sitting in her Traverse. "We can try again in another week. There's no rush.""No, I don't want to get more behind."I can tell she is nervous by the way she is chomping her gum. I can imagine her knuckles stressing white as she grips the steering wheel.My mother laughs softly. "You're the smartest kid in this school, Natty. There's no way you could fall behind. Plus," she rubs my back affectionately, "I did a pretty good job on my end last year."I roll my eyes behind the dark framed glasses I have taken a liking to since Trent gifted them to me for my birthday last year which I spent in the hospital. "Now you look like Zac Efron in one of those chick films," my friend had said with what I imagined was a strutt and a model turn around my hospital bed. The raybans may look cliche, but it bothers me when people can see my eyes and I can't see theirs."I would say I was more of the teacher and you the student," I joke
NATE'S POV "Are you even listening to me?" Molly questions as she wrings her hands in her lap. I mumble a yes but my eyes stay glued on Kelly Henderson as she sits by herself on a park bench.Why was she alone? She is never alone. There is always some girl or group of people surrounding her like a swarm of bees. But I guess that's the type of attention you get when you're queen bee."No, you are not. Nathaniel!" Molly waps me on the arm and I flinch back. "This is serious. She kissed me. And..." Molly's face reddens and she gnaws at her lip. Trent talks a lot about Molly's lips. I think he has a crush on her. "I liked it.""Maybe you're Katy Perry," I offer as insight. Truth is, I wasn't really listening. But my cheeks burn a little at her confession. I did hear that.Molly's eyes roll skyward and she doesn't smile like I expect her to. Usually I could make her laugh seeming she found me too geeky to function, as she put it, but I like her. She is a little rough around the edges but
Nate grips my hand tighter as we make our way through the airport. People rush around us, running to catch their planes while Nate and I are clearly hesitant in leaving each other's sight. The clear sound of last calls ring through the vast area, setting the deep tendrils of dread to cling on tightly. These past months with Nate only set me up for more sorrow as the ticking time bomb known as the future krept up like a ghost lurking amongst the living. We have spent every waking moment together and the thought of being seperated for a single second hurts more than I would like to dwell on."Maybe I could stay another week," Nate suggests, looking around the airport as if someone would agree with him and that would make it settled. "We still haven't gotten to that circus movie you wanted to go to. There's still time.""Nathaniel," I say with a smile because the thought of spending more time with him is tempting. "Your summer program starts on Monday. There isn't anymore time.""That'
Nate looks over his shoulder and gazes reverently down at me. "I want to take you somewhere to show you something."I can physically feel the whiplash of tonight's events. "Let me go get my car," I suggest and start to pull him the opposite way but he pulls me so I am flushed against his body. He grins down at me while reaching into his pocket and pulls out a set of keys to dangle in front of my face. "I can drive." My mouth wobbles open and close at the fact that I momentarily forgot that he can see again. Before, I always forgot that he couldn't and now it is the other way around. Nate rolls his eyes dramatically. "I have my license, babe."My mouth snaps shut and my heart warms at the endearment that I will never not fill my stomach with butterflies. I lean up and kiss him longingly before lacing my fingers back with his and allow him to pull me to his car. It seems that his parents have bought him a black pickup, which makes me laugh when he opens the passenger side door for