After my conversation with Nate two days ago, I've not so much as bumped into him, not even at the dinning.
That should have been a relief, since his presence brought a weird unsettling feeling to the pit of my stomach, but it wasn't… my chest did something whenever I thought about him.
Did I miss him?
Hell no!
This has to be boredom or the pregnancy hormones speaking.. because there's no way I'd miss a man so cold and arrogant with clear eyes.
I peeled off my clothes, and tied a towel around my body, walking into the bathroom with different thoughts clouding my mind.
Maybe it's time I finally stop letting Amelia's shadow follow me all over the place, maybe it's time I live here without fear of somebody pointing accusing fingers at me, or reminding me that the marriage was initiall
