Chapter Nineteen
Holly
A few days passed, during which I kept reminding myself of the plain truth and the contradiction within it. I couldn’t fall for Nate. Yet, I was falling—hard and fast—for Nate.
I suppose the truth was I had already been deep in danger of falling for him ever since our first tipsy, fuzzy, madness-infused kiss from over a year ago now, in a coat closet at a party. Then, I had to go to that stupid fundraiser. I had regained my footing before that night. Thinking back, I figured I could’ve recovered if nothing else happened.
Then, there was the elevator incident, as I’d come to call it in my mind. By that point, I was lost. And now? Well, now, far too much had happened.
The second day of February dawned cold and clear. Groundhog Day. I woke in the darkness, wide-awa
