The Secrets That Bring Us Together

Chapter 26

After Nates confession last week something has shifted between us. We don't try to avoid each other anymore and instead we enjoy each others company again. We haven't labeled anything between us though, we're seeing how serious we are about each other before telling our families; especially Joey. However as much as I tried to deny it was anything more than attraction and getting over Alex, I've accepted, to myself at least, I've always had feelings for Nate, just like he has for me. Sure it started as a crush but we've always been so close it would have been impossible for those feelings not to develop into more.

When Nate told me he's liked me for years the 16 year old me was totally fangirling. The me who used to long for the moments we would have together, just the two of us. The me who was jealous everytime he would mention another girl, or go on double dates with Joey. As much as I tried to keep that version of me buried she liked to rear her ugly head now and then. I knew that day at the bar with Georgia that part of me was still very much alive and just waiting for something to resurrect it.

"hello gorgeous" I'm pulled from my thoughts by Nate joining me in the kitchen and placing a kiss on my cheek. I return his greeting with a smile and a good morning as he peers over the frying pan to see what I'm cooking. He takes a look on the kitchen counter and I watch him work out what it actually is I'm making. He turns to me with a grin, "bacon butties?" I nod and can't help but laugh as he perches himself at the counter and eagerly awaits his breakfast. Its times like this I'm reminded of the young boy who has always held a special place in my heart.

We both dig into our food and he shakes his head, still with a smile etched on his face, "I can't believe you still like bacon butties"
"I make them every Sunday, Alex always used to say bacon belongs on pancakes, not in bread" his face goes sour at the mention of Alex, however he tries to hide it, "yeah well, that muppet clearly has no fucking taste." we finish our food making small talk and organising the plans for my parents anniversary party next week. 25 years married, I always thought I could never imagine being in love with someone for that long to stay married. However as I look across the counter to the blue eyed boy sitting opposite me the thought doesnt seem that strange.

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After breakfast I had a shower, that Nate decided he would join with. He swore he just wanted to get washed but it wasn't long before I was screaming his name and he was emptying himself inside of me.

Once I get out I throw on a pair of yoga pants and Nates Tshirt that's lying on the bedroom floor from his rush to undress and join me. Im busy towel drying my wet hair when I hear a knock on the front door.

I assume it's Cameron as he said he was going to come over later, he's terrible for losing his keys, it's a wonder we never got burgled while he lived here. "I didn't let you keep a key so you could lose it" I say as I open the door but I roll my eyes when I see it's not Cameron, but Alex. "what do you want?" I ask as I fold my arms over my chest.
"I missed you, I wanted to see you" he weakly tries.
"Alex this has to stop, we aren't together any more and you show up more at my door now than you did while we were actually dating."
"That's why Im here." he says, more confidently. "I think we should get back together. I stare at him in disbelief as my mouth hangs open. Is he for real?  " I want you back Mia. And I know you want me back, so why are you being so difficult?"
"excuse me" I say in a low voice.
"I miss you okay, it feels like I haven't been close to you in forever" he tries again.
"not long enough." he's getting irate but he's trying not to show it.
"did you get the flowers?" he tries again.
"yep, put them straight in the bin."
"ive been trying to call you"
"yeah, I keep blocking your number but your still not taking the fucking hint clearly" he's pissing me off the more he keeps talking.

He rolls his eyes and tries to move to come into the apartment. Before I can say anything I hear that British accent that was whispering dirty things in my ear not half an hour ago. "What the fuck is this"