Page 14 of Secrets in Love
Love,
Nate the Lover.
To: Nate the Try-hard
Subject: Keep dreaming.
One… Jealous? You wish. You’re the least jealousy-invoking person I know. How you make me laugh. HA HA
Two… I do not wear “little panties.” I wear undies because I’m Australian, and panties is a gross word.
Three… I am 27. I am not a #cutiepatootie.
Four… When you say THEY kept you company once, do you mean, like, together? At the same time? Like a three thingy?
No love,
Evie
To: Evie #cutiepatootie
Subject: Oh
Oh, Polly left that part out, did she?
Shit. Um, yes, both at the same time, and it’s called a threesome, or three-way orménage a tres. Not a three-thingy.
Sorry to shock you, Lil Gidget.
Love,
Still Nate the Lover
To: Nate, the Try-hard
Subject: Stop
Stop calling me that.
You’re gross.
Good night.
To: Evie
Subject: Sweet dreams
Night, Lil Patootie.
Love,
Your Nate.
Evie
If you know the Taylor Swift song “Betty,” you’ll know all about Betty’s friend, Inez. She was the school gossip and the one to rat on Betty’s naughty boyfriend, James, for cheating. Well, a call from my high school friend, Polly, turned her into my own Inez. Just like the song, Inez/Polly was not always the most reliable source of information, but James, I mean Nate, confirmed her gossip. Nate had a threesome.
Technically, this was none of my concern. Nate was not my James because he was not my boyfriend. He didn’t cheat on me, and the fact that he had a three-thingy should have been no surprise because that was an entirely Nate thing to do. But ever since Finn told me about Nate’s alleged lifelong crush on me, I couldn’t help but see him in an all-new light. Suddenly, he was not Finn’s friend Nate, Shelby’s brother Nate, or even Iris’s uncle. He was…Nate. Sexy, hot-AF, makes-me-feel-all-warm-and-fuzzy Nate.
