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51: MISUNDERSTANDINGS.

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NATE’S POV

I can’t believe what I’m hearing right now.

Other people’s man? What is that supposed to mean?

I don’t recall telling her anything about dating anyone, though to be fair, we haven’t had much time to discuss such things.

But I thought she, of all people, would know that I’m not in a relationship.

With all the time we’ve spent together in the past, I figured it would be obvious to her.

Does she think I have someone else in my life? The urge to clear up this misunderstanding rises, but I suppress it.

Instead, I simply lie back in bed beside her.

“There can only be one of us on this bed, and it certainly isn’t you, Nate,” she hisses, yanking the covers away and exposing my body to the cool air in the room. “Get off. Go back to wherever it is you slept last night.”

I bite back the smile that almost forms on my face. “This is where I slept last night,” I point out, my voice calm and steady.

“Liar,” she mutters under her breath, her tone dripping with distrust.

“What do I gain by
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