Pen Pal

Part 16

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Alex

 

 

I can’t believe my eyes. Or my ears. Or my lips.

They’re tingling and warm from his touch.

He’s looking at me. Those brown eyes are shining. That hand is on my face, and I feel his thumb run circles around my cheek.

But I know what I have to say.

“Nate,” I grab the hand that’s on my cheek. “You can’t do this. Being with me is going…it’s going to completely destroy your reputation. You’ll get the same treatment I’m getting. And I don’t want you to go through that. I don’t want you to have to deal with being tripped, poked, insulted. I don’t want you to do this for me.”

“I don’t care if people spit in my face when I walk through the halls,” he stares into my eyes. “I’ll be by your side.”

“Elena will ruin both of our lives’,” I protest.

“Let her,” he whispers. “I’d rather be the lowest of the low if it means being with you, even if I have the chance to be…to be president. Of the world. It won’t matter. As long as you’re with me, I don’t care.”

“You’ll change your mind,” I say bitterly. “You’ll wish you never kissed me. You’ll wish you’d just left me out on the sidewalk in front of this movie theater. You’ll rue the day you wrapped your arms around me and made me yours, Nate Turner.”

“Made you mine?” he repeats. “Is that a yes, then?”

I can’t help but smile a little at his hopeful and eager smile.

“Yes,” I sigh.

He crushes me against him. “I won’t ever regret any of this. I won’t ever—“

“Shhhh,” I shush against his chest.

He stops talking.

And we just stand there. Against each other. Connected.

I feel so safe, in those arms. I feel so protected from anything.

He’s right. No bathroom stall can compare to this.

I feel his fingers go through my hair, and I stiffen, realizing how horrible it probably looks.

But he doesn’t pick it up and stare at it. He runs his hands up and down, up and down. I close my eyes, breathing in his scent. This feels wonderful. This feels amazing.

This feels…

“Perfect,” Nate murmurs. “Just perfect.”

Surprise makes me open my eyes.

“What is?”

“You are.”

A smile I can’t control stretches across my face. A smile I’ve never felt before is suddenly making my whole body feel warm.