Haley’s POV
“Do you remember the first dinner I took you on?” Nate asked as he poured wine into my glass.
I smiled and nodded. I would always remember it.
“You aren’t going to spill wine on me again, are you?” I asked teasingly.
Nate snorted as he placed the bottle back on the table.
“I only did it because I was nervous as hell,” he said, chuckling. “Looking back, it wasn’t a good idea to pour wine with shaky hands.”
I laughed, making him grin widely.
“Why were you nervous anyway?” I asked as I took a small sip of wine. “We’d been friends for two years and we were already dating.”
Nate reached over the table and took my hand in his.
“I was nervous because I had so much to lose,” he said quietly, looking down at my hand. “I was nervous because I was so f*****g in love with you.”
