“Don’t listen to her,” Tobias whispers in my ear. “I’m going to have a word with the manager when I see him next. She shouldn’t be allowed to talk to customers this way.”
“She’s right, though,” I tell him, grabbing my purse off the table. Nora eyes me but doesn’t say anything. “What if you do get bored with me?”
“No. Don’t listen to her, Nat. You’ve had my attention since the day I met you. If I were going to be bored, it would have happened by now.”
My lower lip starts to shake. I know he’s trying to lighten the situation with a little humor, but it’s not helping. Yeah, friend Tobias never got bored with me, but what about boyfriend Tobias?
“Can we go home, please?”
He nods without another word, then pulls some cash from his wallet to leave with our friends. I hear him tell the others good night, but I don't know if they reply. Everything starts to blur under my tears.
I was starting to think I had things figured out, but now, I’m not so sure.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
TOBIAS
Natalie hasn’t spoken the entire car ride home. I know she’s replaying Cassie’s words over and over.
Bored?
Does she honestly think I’ll get bored with her? That’s impossible.
My life is nothing but amazing with her, and it’s better than ever because she’s in it.
I need to tell her that, but right now I’m afraid she’ll think I’m just saying it to cheer her up.
Bored.
That one word pisses me off.
Not only because of what Cassie said, but because Natalie has implied this more than once, and I never once caught on to it enough to talk to her about it before now. She was basically telling me from the start that this was a concern of hers, and I never noticed.
I should have noticed.
Has she been worried this entire time?
Yeah, so it’s only been a few weeks since we started fooling around, but we have known each other for years. She should know that she can trust me by now.
What does it say about us if she doesn’t know that?
I pull into the garage and get out to open her door.
She beats me to it and then moves like a zombie into the house, setting her purse down and shrugging off her coat.
I rest my hand on her lower back.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.”
I take my coat off, too, hanging it up on the hook by the door. When I turn back around, she hasn't moved.
“She’s wrong. Every word she said was wrong.”
“No, it wasn’t,” she snaps and turns to face me. “He cheated on me. He was bored. I was boring to him.”
I rest my hands on my hips. “He’s an idiot, Natalie. There is nothing boring about you.”
