TWENTY-NINE
I felt Nathan get up, but I couldn't bring myself to watch him leave. God, what was wrong with me? Nathan had been discharged from hospital just over an hour ago, and I knew better than anyone how unwell he was. Yet I'd jumped him as desperately as a drunken fangirl might attack the object of her obsession. I'd seen girls do it to Jason all the time.
And yet...it was as if we'd never been apart. He played my body better than I played the piano and the music was rapturous, to say the least. How had I forgotten that? I never forgot anything, but in all my fear of being touched by strangers, somehow I'd hidden the memory of his more than welcome touch. So five years of pent-up l**t had exploded in a damaged man's face when he deserved better from me. Dr Hogan was right – I shou
