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He parks, gets out of the car and goes to the trunk. He puts my suitcase down.
“I’m surprised Samuel didn’t drive you here,” he says dryly.
I roll my eyes. “Here we go.”
“I’ll give you here we fucking go.”
I snatch my suitcase off him and march off toward the check-in lounge. I can hear his suitcase wheeling along behind me.
“Don’t walk off on me.”
“I’ll do whatever I want.” I huff.
“Don’t push me.”
“Nathan,” I warn. “Cut it out, stop acting like a baby.”
I march on, and he hurries to catch up with me. We get to the road and he grabs my hand. I don’t pull away because I know he’ll go thermonuclear. My road crossing skills aren’t worth the meltdown.
“How am I a baby?”
“Look at you!” I snap. “We got drunk, Nathan. We had a temporary brain snap. It was nothing.”
He smiles sarcastically. “I see how this is.” He drops my hand and marches off in front. I roll my eyes, fuck’s sake. What is his problem? We never fight like this for an extended time.
I follow him into the building and over to the check-in. The line is huge, and we wait in the roped-off section. I take out my phone and scroll through Instagram. My phone pings as a message comes through from Samuel.
I glance up to see that Nathan is reading over my shoulder, and I snatch my phone away. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all.” He glares at me.
I widen my eyes. “Will you stop?”
“He’s an idiot.”
“And I will find that out in my own time.” I shake my head in frustration. The truth is that I already know I don’t like Samuel, but still. “I don’t tell you who to date.”
He looks at me, deadpan.
“Not that I would even know who you date,” I mutter under my breath. “Mr. Secretive.” I mouth.
He rolls his eyes and we step forward in the line. We stay silent for another ten minutes until we are called up to the desk. Nathan hands over our passports.
“Hello, how are you this evening?” the ticket lady asks.
“Fine, thanks.” Nathan’s tone is clipped and his face emotionless.
“Do you have any checked luggage?” She smiles.
“No, just carry on.” He looks around impatiently.
She eyes Nathan. I can tell she’s thinking what a handsome bastard he is. For once, I can actually agree with someone. His bastardness really is eclipsing his handsomeness today.
She prints our tickets, and he tucks them into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. “Thank you, have a good night.” He marches off.
I give her an embarrassed smile. “He’s not my boyfriend,” I whisper.
She widens her eyes in a thank god symbol. “Have a good weekend.”
