The irony that out of the two of them, he would be more likely to be the serial killer in the relationship, was not lost on him. But that was besides the point.
Nathan dropped his hand against the back of his neck and stared into the fire, “That’s probably Jay’s doing. Stick around a guy like him as long as I have, some of that’s bound to rub off on you.”
Jayce wasn’t actually a massive sleaze. In fact, the idea that he was a womanizing asshole was something Jayce sort of leaned into as a defense mechanism. He was kind. A puppy dog with a bleeding heart. But yeah, he knew how to flirt. He knew how attractive he was. Jay was just addicted to that physical connection he could only get through sex. Nathan had seen the way that lonely man sat on the couch and just stared at nothing for hours on end. And he had the saddest smile whenever Nate stirred him out of whatever nightmare he was stuck reliving.
But Nate? He’d never seen himself as smooth like Jayce. Effortless. Confident. Jayce had a confidence when he flirted that Nathan found baffling. And he certainly did not feel that way when he flirted with Evie. Not when everything that left his mouth was followed by an internal question about whether or not he was doing this right. Apparently, he was.
Good. That was good.
When Evie stood up, Nathan stopped pacing to face her. His head cocked to the side curiously. She was looking up. Not at him. Nathan looked up too. Even the starry night sky wasn’t as captivating as the view down below. Or as engaging. “Cool. We’re on the same page, then,” he smiled, “I mean about being glad I asked you out. And… a second date! We should do that. If I don’t fuck up this one by the end of it. Which remains to be… determined.”
He hopped over to Evie, grabbed her shoulders, and turned her around to face the stack of cars, “Gonna take you up there. This is how you know I’m a fraud. I’m just stealing Jay’s moves. But it’s worth it. You can see the city skyline from there.”
Nathan dropped his hand against the back of his neck and stared into the fire, “That’s probably Jay’s doing. Stick around a guy like him as long as I have, some of that’s bound to rub off on you.”
Jayce wasn’t actually a massive sleaze. In fact, the idea that he was a womanizing asshole was something Jayce sort of leaned into as a defense mechanism. He was kind. A puppy dog with a bleeding heart. But yeah, he knew how to flirt. He knew how attractive he was. Jay was just addicted to that physical connection he could only get through sex. Nathan had seen the way that lonely man sat on the couch and just stared at nothing for hours on end. And he had the saddest smile whenever Nate stirred him out of whatever nightmare he was stuck reliving.
But Nate? He’d never seen himself as smooth like Jayce. Effortless. Confident. Jayce had a confidence when he flirted that Nathan found baffling. And he certainly did not feel that way when he flirted with Evie. Not when everything that left his mouth was followed by an internal question about whether or not he was doing this right. Apparently, he was.
Good. That was good.
When Evie stood up, Nathan stopped pacing to face her. His head cocked to the side curiously. She was looking up. Not at him. Nathan looked up too. Even the starry night sky wasn’t as captivating as the view down below. Or as engaging. “Cool. We’re on the same page, then,” he smiled, “I mean about being glad I asked you out. And… a second date! We should do that. If I don’t fuck up this one by the end of it. Which remains to be… determined.”
He hopped over to Evie, grabbed her shoulders, and turned her around to face the stack of cars, “Gonna take you up there. This is how you know I’m a fraud. I’m just stealing Jay’s moves. But it’s worth it. You can see the city skyline from there.”