“I want you to know that while I think you’re going to make a great dad, I don’t want to date you.” I shrug, a little embarrassed for the way I just put it all out there.
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“I’m sorry?”
“You’re off the hook.”
He licks his lips and furrows his brow. “I’m not following.”
“You.” I point to him. “And me.” I point to myself. “Are not happening.”
“Are you trying to give me the ‘we’re just friends’ speech?”
“Yes!”
Nathan rolls his lips between his teeth and looks like he’s trying not to laugh.
“Should I be feeling rejected right now, because I sort of do, not going to lie.”
“It’s not you, it’s me?”
Outright laughter pours from us both, turning our dark conversation into a lighter one.
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