Nate’s POV
“Didn’t we have this whole conversation about telling each other things?”
Rachel gives me a very sarcastic look. This isn’t the first time I’ve staged this complaint, nor will it be the last. Unfortunately, she’s figured out exactly how to bypass it: by undressing.
Which she’s currently doing.
“I’m keeping you out of it for now for your own good,” she tells me as she slowly and seductively unbuttons her shirt. She’s straddling me at the moment—she accosted me in my bedroom, shoving me onto my bed and saying she didn’t want to talk. “I promise I’ll tell you more when there’s more to tell.”
“For my own good?” I whine, rapidly becoming more and more uninterested in our argument the more clothes she takes off. It’s been far too long since we last had s*x—a whole week, at lea
