Brandy
I wasn't worried when Nate didn't come back until late.
I knew he was looking for Dillan. I knew he needed to talk to him, to clear the air. Even if it wasn't the outcome either of them wanted.
However, I just couldn't go to sleep.
Perhaps the old me--the one even just a few days ago--would have gone to bed and not lost any sleep over it. But I had interwoven my soul with Nate's once again. I was hyperaware of him and his emotions. I was finally taking that leap of faith and I knew he would need to talk when he got back. Or, at the least, be held and not be alone.
So when I saw him sitting in his truck, looking defeated as hell, it took everything in me not to go running to him. I knew in this moment, he just needed space to process what happened. Once he came to me, it would b
