Chapter 65

NATHAN Ifucking love when she falls asleep on me while watching TV. How her soft pink lips part a little and she scrunches her cute button nose when she’s dreaming. I love that when I came home from work today, she was here. Her presence pervades every inch of my penthouse—the lingering scent of her perfume, her books in the kitchen, the food she likes in the fridge, the stack of magazines on the coffee table. Even in my bedroom, the place she hasn’t set foot in for months, she lingers there, and the memories of all of the nights she spent in my bed are starker now with her here. I only have three more nights until Tyler comes back and she goes home, and I’m no clearer on what the fuck I want to do. No clearer on what she wants. We share this space like we’re best friends, but the reminder that we were so much more than that is never far away. The chemistry is still there, and if I’m honest with myself, I would have had her in my bed by now if she wasn’t recovering from a miscarriage.