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Me and Nick finish the conversation while my hand is in his, explaining to him what happened on the night he showed up to my place.

He came over at the worst moment possible, and I wish he'd given me the benefit of the doubt when he saw James over at my place.

It would've kept us both from being upset.

I didn't think James would be there when I got back from the book shop, and all I could think about while driving back home was to text Nick.

Instead I had to deal with James and his prepared monologue, and afterwards with the strawberry blonde's anger because he thought I'd betrayed and lied to him.

Nick just left and never texted me again.

"I cried for like twelve hours straight when I got home." he admits while holding my hand, and it makes my stomach turn.

I hate seeing him sad.

I hate seeing anyone sad, to be fair, but Nick's sadness is just way more painful.

"Just couldn't believe you'd lie to me like that."

Nick squeezes my hand and pulls me closer to him.

He's a really clingy man, always putting his arms around my waist, his hand in mine, hugging me from behind, kissing my hands or my forehead. It's like he needs that contact constantly, and that's something I adore about him.

"What about all my texts?" I ask. "Why'd you ignore all of them?"

He scoffs, and gives me a teary eyed look.

"I was so mad and hurt, Char." the nickname makes my heart feel all warm. I love it when he calls me that. "What if you came over and saw, I don't know, some other person i dated with me?"

He pushes a curl away from my forehead and I smile.

Despite being in the middle of the street, it's like we're in our own little bubble.

He's here in front of me and vice versa.

It's all that matters right now.

"He hugged you, and walked up the stairs with you and I saw red."

"Maybe I'd have the same reaction, you're right." I admit, slightly wanting the conversation to end.

I'm done having to talk about James, and I'm done seeing Nick being sad. It was all a misunderstanding.

Nick boops my nose and smiles, it's probably the alcohol in him making him do weird things in such a serious moment.

We look like we're teenagers all over again.

We both giggle, and then Nick speaks up.

"I feel dumb" he says softly, doing what he calls 'recharging' by taking me in his arms and breathing in the crook of my neck.

I think it's one of the cutest things he does.

I don't mind it, in fact, it feels nice.

"Can't defend you on this one." I say with a laugh, as he bites me where his mouth would usually kiss me.

I squeal, and the attention goes on us.

Something that tends to happen a lot when you're queer.

Eyes are always on us. In the worst way imaginable.

Glares, squints and mean remarks.

As I've said before, it's a small town where everyone knows each other, so people are used to seeing us being affectionate here.

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