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I turn toward the back door and walk into the house. Since we’ve been outside, even more people have arrived, making it rather difficult to get from one room to the next. I squeeze through the mass of college students and walk up the stairs to my old room, shutting the door behind me. Grabbing my phone, I turn it on and see that I have a missed text and call from Natalie.
Natalie: I miss you.
God, how is it possible that I already miss her?
I lie back on the bed and call her as I look at the clock on the nightstand and see it’s almost 2 a.m. When it goes to her voicemail, I figure she’s probably sleeping, so I leave her a message. After I finish, I shut my phone off and slip under the blankets. My arms crave the feeling of being wrapped around Natalie, holding her firmly to my chest, but this will sadly not be one of those nights. So, I close my eyes and hope I see her in my dreams.
And yes, I know how fucking corny that is.
Twenty-Five
NATALIE
I WAKE UP WITH a massive headache. A headache that’s so bad I know aspirin alone isn’t going to fix it. I shouldn’t have drunk so much last night, especially knowing I would be meeting Nathan’s mom later today.
Ugh. Good job, Natalie.
At least I have plenty of time to get ready … or do I? As my stomach clenches with dread, I turn my head to look at the clock on the nightstand beside me.
It’s 1:30 p.m.
Oh! My! God!
Immediately, I jump out of bed in a panic and grab my phone. Nathan texted me over an hour ago.
Nathan: Good morning beautiful. I’m on my way home and should be back to campus around 2. I’ll stop by your place first. Can’t wait to see you.
I look at the mirror hanging on the wall in front of me and am horrified. My hair is the actual definition of a bird’s nest. My eyes are black and puffy from leaving my makeup on, and when I look down, I notice that my feet are swollen and blistered from all the dancing I did last night. There is no way I will have enough time to fix all of this before Nathan gets here.
Without thinking, I run to the bathroom, turn on the shower, and jump in under the water. Grabbing my body wash, I remove all evidence of last night and then begin to condition my hair to get all of the knots out. After a few minutes of standing under the showerhead, letting the hot water relax my body, I shut it off and towel myself dry. Just as I wrap the towel around my body, I hear a knock.
Shit.
I go to the front door, look through the tiny peephole, and see Nathan standing on the other side. Slowly, I open the door while standing behind it in case there are other people in the hallway. Nathan looks just as handsome as ever and is holding two cups of coffee in his hands.
“Please tell me one of those is for me?” I ask with desperation in my voice.
“Well don’t you look nice,” he says with a smile as he walks past me. “And yes. I thought you might need this.” He holds out one of the coffees for me to take.
I reach for the cup with one hand while my other hand holds my towel in place, but he pulls the coffee from my reach.
“Oh, you see, it’s pretty hot, so you have to use both hands to hold it.” His smile has now turned into a huge grin.
“Fine, I don’t want coffee anyways.” I turn in the direction of my bedroom. Two can play this game.
But he comes up behind me and grabs my free hand to stop me. “I’m just kidding, beautiful.” He puts the coffee in my hand at the exact moment he kisses my forehead.
“Thank you,” I say before taking a sip, closing my eyes and enjoying the feeling of the hot liquid sliding down my throat. But when my eyes open, I notice Nathan staring.
“I missed you,” he says then runs a hand through his hair and looks out the window. “Is that bad? I mean, it was only one night, and I fucking missed you.” He brings his delicious brown eyes back to me. “I’m not used to feeling like this.”
“I guess you have it pretty bad for me, huh?” I stand on my tip toes so my lips brush against his.
He smiles before pressing his lips firmly against mine, causing my heart to race as his tongue finds my own. Then, as he pulls away, he says, “I guess I do.”
“Just so you know, I missed you too.” I look away from his eyes before adding, “A lot.”
“Well, looks like we both have it bad then, huh?” He runs his fingers through my wet hair. “You know it might be easier to make out if you take this towel off,” he suggests.
