"What's not okay about it?" Nathan Fawcett asked, playing dumb.
Anne Sutton said, "Nothing about it is okay! Seriously, I'm begging you, don't be like this!"
Nathan Fawcett stared at her. She was the only woman he'd ever been with, and the only one he felt comfortable with.
It was one thing when she wasn't around, but the thought of having absolutely no connection to her from now on... Nathan Fawcett couldn't do it.
'Not unless I decide to become a monk for the rest of my life!'
He looked at Anne Sutton and asked, "Weren't you the one clinging to me when you were drunk before?"
"I mistook you for someone else! I thought you were Nathan. You can't take things that happen when someone's drunk seriously. Why do you keep bringing this up?!"
'It's been so long!'
'And he's still bringing it up.'
Nathan Fawcett said, "You can keep treating me as Nathan."
"..." Anne Sutton stared at the man as if he were some kind of pervert.
