"I'm going to be on my best behavior," Nathan promised solemnly, putting his hand over his heart.
"Do you even know what good behavior is?" Gael asked.
"I'm sure Becca will guide me," Nathan said.
"Just don't mention getting drunk at raging house parties, trashing hotel rooms or the fact that you're nailing their daughter, and you'll be fine," I said.
"Damn, what else is there to talk about?" Nathan pretended to lament.
They all laughed and we parted ways. As we drove back to my place, Nathan was oddly quiet.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Just thinking."
"That can't be good."
"No, it's all good. I'm just grateful you convinced me to talk to Gael. And I'm grateful you wanted me to meet your parents. I'm grateful you were so nice to my mom even though you had no idea who she was. I'm just…" He gave me a soft smile. "I'm just really glad I met you."
My heart swelled.
"Me too," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "And I'm grateful you invited me to that concert. I'm grateful you wanted to show me all the things I missed out on."
"And there's so many more things I still want to show you."
"You mean sexy things?"
He laughed. "Yes. Sexy things and more."
I slid my hand across the seat until it was resting on his thigh.
"Then maybe you can hurry up and get us home so you can show me."
