CHAPTER 82: IT’S HOT

“Hi,” Nathan says softly.

I inhale sharply. His hair is tousled every which way as if he’s been running his hands through it, and he looks morose.

“Hi,” I exhale.

“Can we…” He seems to brace himself. “Can we talk?”

I don’t really want to talk.

But I do want to throw my arms around him and kiss ...