Derrick's POV
I lost count of how many times we went. Nathan eventually passed out, but I woke him up again to continue. Things felt particularly different. When I saw him talking to other guys, something in me wracked. I hated the feeling it stirred in me.
Beside me, Nathan slept soundly, face buried in the pillow. I tried to stretch, but my muscles ached in the best possible way. My fingers trailed along my sides to find where hurt, but they landed on a scratch. A smirk tugged at my lips. Nathan really clawed me up last night.
I turned my head.
I turned to look at him, and I couldn't stop thinking about what could have changed last night. I had been pushed by fear. Those guys had made him laugh, made him happy, but he never felt that way with me. He never laughed with me.
I had been so scared.
A knock on the door smacked me back from my thoughts.
