Nathan coughed, nearly choking on his food. Rosie pushed a cup of water into his hand, her smile fading.
“You don’t have to react so strongly to being in love with me,” she said. “It’s almost like the idea repulses you.”
“No—” Nathan started, but she cut him off.
“It’s fine. We’re not here to debate whether or not you love me, but to prove it to your family, right?” She shrugged. “If that’s it, then I don’t have to concern myself with how you feel about me.”
Nathan stared at her, shocked. She had manipulated the situation so well that he didn’t even know what to say.
“Don’t put words in my mouth. I never said I didn’t have feelings for you,” he said.
She smiled slowly, sipping her wine. “No, you didn’t. What are you trying to say now, Nathan, that you have feelings for me?”
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