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“Don’t give me that tone.” He growls.
“Oh, but you can give me that tone, and that’s perfectly fine?” I turn and storm off, once again. “I don’t know what’s come over you lately; you’re acting fucking weird,” I bark. “Hot, cold, angry, sulking. Your mood swings are giving me whiplash.”
“I just want to protect you,” he calls from behind me. “Where are we walking to?”
“To a bar!” I snap. “I told you to go home. I’m not in the mood for a three-hour temper tantrum from a two-year-old.”
“You want to go to the bar by yourself so you can pick up a fuck, is that it? Am I in the way, Eliza?”
I roll my eyes. “I’m not even joking now. Go the fuck home.”
I see a place that looks nice, and I storm inside and sit down at the bar. Nathan follows and sits down beside me.
“What will it be?” the bartender asks.
“I’ll have a margarita, please,” I say as I try to calm my anger.
The bartender looks to Nathan, who holds up two fingers. “Make it two.”
We sit in silence as I watch the bartender making our drinks.
“Sorry,” Nathan finally mutters.
“For what?”
He pauses and I know he’s trying to get the wording right in his head. “For being jealous.”
I turn to him. “So, you admit it?”
He stares at me.
“Why would you be jealous?”
His eyes hold mine. “Because it’s only a matter of time until I lose you.”
“Nathe,” I say softly and put my hand on his thigh. “Y
ou’re never going to lose me.”
He takes my hand in his and plays with my thumbnail. “Yes, I am, Lize. Let’s face it,” he whispers.
He’s insecure. How didn’t I see this before? Empathy fills me, and I smile up at my beautiful friend.
“Why would you think that?” I whisper.
“Here you go. Two margaritas.” The bartender puts our drinks on the bar.
“Thank you,” we say in unison.
Nathan shrugs and sips his margarita. “You keep telling me you’re horny and you need sex, and once you meet someone…”
“You think I’m not going to need you if I meet someone?” I frown.
He stays silent.
“Nathan, I need you.” I smile softly. “In fact, I’ve spent the last ten years trying to find a man who lives up to you.”
His eyes hold mine. “What does that mean?”
