“ Nate?” I murmured in disbelief when I saw my ex-boyfriend sitting on the hood of his car.
“Hey,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“What are you doing here?”
“That’s exactly what I wanted to ask you. Are you here alone?” He looked upset. Very upset.
“No, I came with Easton. What about you?”
“I came with some friends.”
That was a lie. Nate didn’t have any friends who frequented this part of town.
So why was he here?
“I see…”
I couldn’t help thinking about how incredibly attractive he looked that night. He wore a dark gray shirt and black casual pants. His hair was messy and slightly damp, like he had just stepped out of the shower.
After a few seconds, I lowered my gaze to the ground and focused on a crushed beer can.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” he finally asked.
“I los
