Haley’s POV
Holding Nate’s hand felt amazing.
I wanted more. I wanted to hug him. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to feel his body next to mine.
But I was scared, and most of all angry.
I was so angry and I didn’t know what to do with it.
I always had a hard time expressing my anger. I grew up in an environment where showing anger was frowned upon, especially if you were a girl. Most caretakers in group homes wanted us to be quiet, not disturb them, and not cause any issues. If one of us got lucky to be placed with a foster family, we were told to behave because if we were bad, our new foster parents would take us back to the group home. If you misbehaved and show anger or sadness, you would sometimes be punished. Life was easier if you were a quiet, soft-spoken, and seemingly happy ch
