Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“But what if this has nothing at all to do with Eliza?” I ask.
“It might not.” He shrugs. “All these new feelings you’re having may be misplaced toward her. Maybe you’re clinging to her because she wants to date again and you don’t want to lose her.”
“That’s the worst thing I could ever do,” I whisper.
“And the most selfish.”
“Fuck.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “This is a nightmare. So much to… and all I want to do is… ”
“You can’t touch her. You can’t fucking touch her until you get your shit sorted.”
“I know.”
“I mean it, Nathe. If you sleep with Eliza before you work out what’s going on with you, you will fuck up everything.”
“Do you think I don’t fucking know this?”
We fall silent, once again, as we both stare at the bar.
This situation is impossible.
“That’s if she’ll have you. Assuming that she would even like you. I mean, I wouldn’t if I were her.”
I drop my head and chuckle. “Me neither.”
Eliza
The music is pumping and the night has been a great success.
Everyone is dancing. I laugh as I watch Nathan swing his grandmother around by the hand. These old tunes that Nathan downloaded are a hit.
“Eliza?” Phyllis calls me over to the music stand.
“What’s wrong?”
“Neil’s phone is almost dead. Do we have any more back up music?”
“I’ll run upstairs and get my phone,” I tell her.
“You have the right music on it?” She frowns.
“No, but this is Nathan’s playlist, and I’m pretty sure he downloaded it onto my phone today. Back in a sec.”
I run inside and take the stairs two at a time. I go to the desk in our room. My phone is plugged into Nathan’s computer, and I open it to make sure everything is finished.
I can hear the party going on downstairs. They are all laughing and clapping. The song Bus Stop is now playing. I smile as I imagine them all lining up and doing the dance.
Nathan’s phone is sitting beside the computer, and I pick it up.
There are three missed calls from someone called Stephanie.
Hmm, that’s weird…. Who’s Stephanie?
I sit down at the desk, open the computer, and see if the download is complete.
Where do I look? My eyes scan the screen, and I click on the history.
Pornhub
“Pornhub. Jesus.” I click out of it and smile with a roll of my eyes. Where do I see if the download is complete?
I glance back to the history. I never pegged Nathan as someone who would watch Pornhub. Curious, I click back on it.
It’s a girl giving a guy head. She’s naked, and he’s watching her in the mirror behind her. He’s really fucking her mouth as he pulls her by the hair.
Huh?
I scroll through the history to see there’s a heap of porn on here.
“What?
I frown. “Nathan watches straight porn. A lot of straight porn.”
I look at what he’s been watching. They are all girls with long hair and great bodies.
It’s hardcore stuff in every single one, and the girl is always getting absolutely hammered by a guy with a huge dick.
I hover over the history and scroll down to see the category.
Gay To Straight
My mouth falls open. “What the fuck?”
“What are you doing?” Nathan’s voice snaps from behind me.
I spin toward him guiltily. “Just getting the music.”
“Why are you on my history?” He takes the computer off me and slams it shut.
“You watch straight porn?”
“So?”
“Why?” I frown.
“What do you mean, why?”
“Why would you want to watch someone fuck a girl?”
He glares at me, and I can see the muscles ticking in his jaw.
“Nathan?”
He drops his head and stares at the floor.
“Answer me.”
“I’m curious.”
“Why?”
“Just drop it, Eliza.”
“No. Explain this to me.”
“This isn’t how I wanted to tell you.” He reaches for me, and I step back away from him as uneasiness fills me.
“Tell me what?”
“I’ve met someone.”
What?
“Her name is Stephanie.”
I stare at him, confused. I must have heard him wrong. “What did you say?”
“Can we talk about this later?”
“No.”
“Now is not the time.”
My eyes nearly bulge from their sockets. “Now is the time,” I reply. “What do you mean you’ve met someone? A woman? You’ve met a fucking woman?”
He swallows the lump in his throat but doesn’t answer me.
“Where? Where did you meet?”
He runs his hand through his hair in a fluster.
“Who is it?”
He stays silent, infuriating me further. “Start fucking talking, Nathan.” I whisper angrily.
“Calm down.”
“I will not calm down!” I snap. “Is this some sort of sick joke?”
He turns his back to me before he goes to the window and looks down at the party below.
Uneasiness fills me. “Nathan?”
Is this why he’s been acting so weird lately?
I feel a lump forming in my throat.
“You said our relationship would never change,” he replies quietly.
“And you told me you like men,” I spit. My nostrils flare as I try to hold in tears. My gaze drops to the floor, he’s been hiding this from me.