Nora POV
“Hi.” I say awkward when we enter Nate’s loft. He’s sitting on his couch, his arm in a mitella.
“Hi Nora!” Nate smiles and he gets off the couch and comes to me. He wraps his good arm around me and pulls me into a hug, a gesture I didn’t expect. Nate steps back and raises his eyebrow at me.
“Nora, I understand that you have a certain fear towards my big brother there. I mean, look at him, he makes babies cry by just looking at them. But look at me, I’m not scary, I’m just wounded.”
I look behind me at Colin and I see him just glaring at Nate, probably for his statement about scaring babies.
“But Nate, you’re wounded because of me. Because you saved me.” I turn back to Nate and the sorrow is written all over my face.
“And I would do it all over again, without a doubt. N
