That's what I wanted, kitten!

Nate

I don't know what's going on in my head. Yesterday, after the kiss, I promised myself I wouldn't get that close to him, and today when I saw him in the dressing room, I was sure he wasn't okay. I've only known him for a short time, but I know that when he's not smiling, joking, talking the nonsense that makes me smile, and then wondering why you think it's funny, or not acting like a fool, and flashing that smile, that damn smile, I know you're sad. I got confirmation when I got to the bathroom and heard him crying. That worried me, and I thought I was to blame for her sadness. I don't understand, why do I care so much about him?

We spent a very pleasant afternoon and early evening. However, he had to provoke me. That conversation in the mall parking lot shook me up. In fact, I don't know what's going on, because from the moment I accepted the role in