Scarlett’s POV
I stormed into my room, with Nathan right behind me. He grabbed my arm, turning me around to face him. “We need to talk, Scarlett. Why are you overreacting?”
“Don’t f*****g touch me!” I yanked my hand away. “What’s wrong with you, Nathan? What’s really going on with you?” I crossed my arms, glaring.
“Fine, I know it sounds extreme, but desperate times call for desperate measures,” he said, holding my gaze.
“Really? Then who’s the desperate one here—me or you?”
“What do you want to do, Scarlett? Just live like this forever? What if I’m not around when it happens again—call someone else to have s*x with you?” The way he said it made my blood boil.
“Get out of my room and never come back,” I said, pointing to the door.
“No, I’m done with your ‘leave my room’ speeches. We
