Nathan
By the time I got back home that evening, the sky had turned the color of wet slate, the air heavy with the promise of rain that hadn’t quite arrived.
I hope this wasn’t one of those nights were the rain would be so much, one wouldn’t stop thinking about a human’s touch, someone to cuddle with, someone to bring warmth.
I often think about stuff like that, but people think I was too cold to care.
My hands itched on the wheel as I pulled into the driveway, my thoughts still tangled in the mess Kyle had so effortlessly unraveled for me.
I should have come home earlier to talk to Eleanor. Better yet, I should have spoken to her the very next morning, hell, maybe even that night after she tucked Matt in.
I mean, I could have told her to come back down because I needed to say so
