Nat tilts his head, pondering the thought.
“I think she’s right. We started this relationship by hiding a lot of things from each other. Instead of having a hard or awkward conversation, we kept one hand behind our backs.”
Nat slips his fingers into mine. “From now on, it’s all cards on the table.”
“Same here.” I hesitate. “Which means I should probably tell you that I took a picture of you while you were sleeping.”
Nat snorts.
“I know. I’m never beating the psycho fangirl allegations.” I grin from ear to ear. “But it was worth it.”
“Since we’re being honest…” he clears his throat, “remember I said I’d rewatchDeath Notewith you?”
“Yes…”
“I watched five episodes without you.”
My jaw drops. “What?”
“I was missing you and I thought it would help distract me.”
I shoot to my feet and slam my hand on my hips, smarting at the betrayal. “Did you only watch up to episode five?”
Nat scrunches his nose.
“Nat!”
“It ended on a cliffhanger! I had to know what happened next.”
I toss my ponytail over my shoulder. “Wow. So much for treating me like your number one. You can’t even wait to watch a show together.”
Nat grips my hands and coaxes me back to his side. “I didn’t think you were that interested. You kept grumbling about how cheesy the premise was.”
“I was being funny.”
“I’ll happily watch all those episodes again with you.”
I narrow my eyes.
Nat pumps his eyebrows. “And I’ll give you a massage too.”
“Deal.”
He mimes wiping sweat from his brow.
I grab the remote. “We’re watching it now. I’ll save the massage until you feel better.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
As the show starts, I find I can’t concentrate on it and I stare at my soup instead.
Nat’s arm winds around my waist and he drags me closer to him. “Are you still mad?”
“No,” I admit. “I’m just… I’m stunned you were thinking of giving up hockey for me.”
“That’s because I love you, Riles. You think you’re my biggest fan, but that’s not true. I’m even more obsessed with you than you can imagine.”
“I could tell from the poorly written poems.”
