Chapter 33. Goodbye

Since Saturday night, I’ve felt like I’ve been in a washing machine. I couldn’t get out of my mind what Nash and I had done. I didn’t know what to think or feel because so much had changed.

I liked that he told me about himself and was honest about where he was coming from. I was glad that he said sorry for how he had treated me. That was important to me, not because I wanted him to say sorry, but because I wanted him to know how it made me feel.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get some memories out of my head. Every night, it was the last thing I saw before going to sleep, and I couldn’t get away from it as long as he was right across the hall.

Even though that moment on the lawn behind the frat house may have been electric, I have no reason to think it wasn’t just something that happened on the spot. I didn’t have any reason to think he wanted to kiss me. Nash says he’s trying to forget about the past, but I’m not sure if that’s true.

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