Nate Pov
“Come on, we have to run! Otherwise, we’ll get wet!” Tessa yelled over the pouring rain. The valet wasn’t here, probably getting someone else’s car, and I wasn’t caring enough to make a big deal out of it. Besides, we had Tessa’s keys here, and we were fully capable of getting the car ourselves.
I frowned at her, watching her lift her small hands over her head as she attempted to cover her hair with her hands, as if that would do anything. I had prepared so much for today, the clothes, the restaurant, and the room last night, all in hopes that we’d have a nice dinner and talk. I assumed we’d go to the room and talk some more, and while I did drop the bomb on her that eventually, I’d be able to explain to her why I was giving her a place and allowing her to leave without having
