Nate rested his chin on her shoulders for a while and he could smell the familiar and pleasant scent of her body and hair. It was very similar to how he remembered it. Why? She's so similar to the little girl, especially her personality and the scent, but she doesn't have the mole. He closed his eyes and decided again not to ask the question.
Katie stood there still in his embrace. "Nate, I..." she muttered, then paused and hesitated. She wanted to know if she was the first girl that he had s*x with, but she then remembered that she was just a replacement to him. It doesn't matter if I am or not. I'm not the one he loves anyway.
Nate released her. "What is it?"
"Nothing."
"Say it."
"You probably won't answer me anyway."
"Well, that depends. If you say you love me m
