Chapter 39. Cops

I was surprised by how sensitive he was. I used to think that Nash didn’t like it when people got close to him or touched him. I thought he was being nice to me even though he didn’t like me at all.

When we were laying down in his dark bedroom, I realized that the angry way he talked to me wasn’t really about me. He was just like that, but he did care a little bit. If he didn’t like me, he wouldn’t have told me about Dartmouth or football, driven me to work, helped me get back at Ava, or be doing this with me right now.

I couldn’t remember the last time I laid in bed with another guy, and it had been years since I was this close to anyone else. I had never felt the way I did with Nash, and most of the time I didn’t know if that was good or bad.

I almost felt better right away because those back circles were so relaxing. I stopped crying, and he just let me work through my feelings.

"Better?" When he asks, I tell him yes. "Will this make a diffe