Hailee's POV
"Are you okay?" Dane, who stood beside me, asked, but I couldn't respond; instead, my eyes stayed fixed on a figure clearly approaching us.
My heartbeat quickened, and the closer Nathan got, the more my chest tightened. For a moment, I wished I could just run away so I wouldn't have to face him, but that would be stupid of me, and I refused to look stupid.
So I did the best thing I could do, which was hiding my emotions and putting on a relaxed look.
Nathan reached where I stood with Dane. He didn't speak at first; rather, his eyes darted to Dane's hand, which was behind my back.
I swallowed hard but didn't pull Dane's hand away.
Then Dane broke the silence casually. "Hi, Nat."
Nathan ignored him completely, his eyes locking on mine.
"How do you two even know each other?" he asked tightly, his voice rough, like he was trying not to explode.
I blinked. "We met at the library."
"That's it?" he asked again, his voice rising just a little.
I hesitated.
