I watch as he stands from his seat at the bar and walks casually over to the couch. His strides are long and graceful, but they hold an edge of lethal danger to them as well. He sits down on the couch and pats the open seat next to him. “Come on… Have a seat.”
I swallow hard and move slowly to the couch. When I get there, he raises an eyebrow at me and I sigh as I drop down onto the couch. He is so much bigger than me that he takes up almost the whole thing, but with how small I am compared to him, I am still very comfortable, sort of. “So… What do you want to talk about?”
Nate inhales deeply as he purses his lips and nods his head slowly. “Well, first thing is first… How old are you? Actually?”
I swallow hard and look down at my hands. “I’m eighteen.” This isn’t a lie anymore, but I
