Chapter 30

Nate’s smile faded, and I could almost kill myself. I had come here to ask him another question, and now I had made him uncomfortable. We had promised not to talk about it, and now I had gone and broken that promise. Why did I even bring it up?

He tapped the table with his finger, looking down.

My hand moved on its own as it went across the table to cover his. He looked up again, staring at me with those brown eyes. Usually they were confident, now they were insecure.

“I’m sorry—it’s none of my business,” I whispered, apologizing. “It’s just that I really care about you, and I don’t want you to overdose or die—“

What was I even saying?

I facepalmed, knowing how insensitive all of this must’ve sounded.

“No, not die—fuck!” I slammed my hand over my mouth.

Nate gave an amused chuckle, and I quickly pulled back my hand. “Thanks for the nice speech, but I’m doing fine.”

Luckily, he could laugh about it—and I forced myself to laugh bac