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)
Maybe she won’t ask questions.
Nathan steps forward and puts his arm around me and pulls me toward him. “Hi, Amanda.” He smiles.
Shit.
“Hi, Nathan.” Amanda frowns as she looks between us. “Are you two together now?”
“No,” I snap before Nathan has a chance to reply. “Still best friends just going on vacation and stuff together.” I fake a laugh. Oh, hell, lying is uncomfortable. “Nothing new here.”
Nathan frowns over at me anyway. I splutter. Oh hell, this is the worst timing, bitch.
“Good.” Amanda smiles as she looks between us as if sensing something is very off here.
Nathan’s gaze drops to the ground, and his jaw ticks. He’s angry… fuck.
“We’re in a really big rush. Bye, Amanda,” I say as I walk around to get in the car. “Nice to see you.”
Amanda smiles as she waves. Her calculating eyes are still assessing us, and she finally walks off.
Buzz off, mole.
Nathan glares at me across the roof of the car.
“I just told her that because I don’t want anyone to know we’re together yet,” I whisper.
“Are you ashamed of me?”
15
Eliza
“What? No.” I scoff. “I just… we haven’t told our friends yet, or our families. I want them to find out from us, not via the seedy grapevine.”
He narrows his eyes, unimpressed with my answer. He throws the suitcases into the trunk and we get into the car. He pulls out, and we drive through the parking lot with his jaw ticking in anger.
My eyes flick between him and the road. “Nathan, you can’t seriously be angry about that.”
He stares at the road as he grips the steering wheel with both hands.
“I just want to tell our friends first.”
“And when will that be, Eliza?” He snaps. “I would have thought you would have called them from Majorca to do it, seeing how you all know when each other fucking fart.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re being dramatic.”
“Dramatic? Did you speak to April or your friends while we were in Majorca, Eliza?”
“I did but I want to tell them in person.”
His eyes flick between me and the road. “Are you sure that’s the reason?”
“Of course, it’s the reason,” I fire back, but it’s not. Not even close. The truth is that I’m not sure how they are going to take it, and I don’t want them to rain on my parade. I know April will be all for it, but last time we spoke about Nathan and me, I was telling her all about Stephanie. I didn’t want it to seem like Nathan railroaded me into going on vacation.
“I’ll tell them tomorrow.” I cross my arms in a huff. “You sure do know how to ruin my post-holiday glow.”
He screws up his face in disgust. “Oh, it’s all about you, isn’t it?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He wobbles his head around, all righteous like. “And I quote, I don’t want anyone to know we’re together.” He hits the steering wheel. “You want to talk about ruining someone’s post-holiday glow, let’s fucking talk about that sentence, shall we?”
I roll my eyes. “You took it out of context, Nathan, and you know you did. I simply want to tell our friends and family first out of respect for them. Stop carrying on about this. You’re beginning to piss me off.”
His eyes bulge from the sockets as they flick between the road and me. “Well, I’m already pissed off, Eliza. Don’t fucking talk to me.”
“Good!” I fire back. “I won’t. Don’t talk to me.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not.”
I cross my arms, and he takes a corner fast.
“Slow down!” I snap as I hold on. “You’re driving like a maniac.”
“Don’t tell me how to fucking drive.” He growls.
“Well, I can’t tell the girls about us tomorrow if I’m dead, now, can I?”
He screws up his face, and I can see he’s muttering something to himself.
“What?” I say.
He stays silent as he glares at the road.
“Go on, say it.”
“I’m just wondering if you think our relationship is all about you.”
“What?” I screw my face up, fuck he’s still on that, what’s he going on about now?
“I’ve already told Alex that we’re together. I called him, all excited from our vacation. I have nothing to be ashamed of. You spoke to your friends and purposely didn’t tell them.”
I roll my eyes and I snuggle back into the seat. “Shut up, you’re supposed to not be talking to me. Do it.”
“Watch it,” he warns.
“You’re just looking for a fight and you’re not getting one. I told you the reason, now drop it. I’ve just been in transit for fifteen hours, Nathan, and the last thing I want to deal with is your dramatics.”
He narrows his eyes as he watches the road.
I bite my lip to stifle my smile. There he is… my cranky Nathan. I wondered how long he would take to show up.
Goodbye, holiday love bubble. Welcome back to reality, Eliza.