Nothing Matters (Family Matters Book 1) Read Free Page B

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    We both laugh and we say goodnight.
    The next night she texts me with:  didn't play one wrong note :) 
    I text back:  can't wait for tomorrow :)
     
    MAGDALA
    It was another week before I saw Nathan again, and I'd spent that week dreaming and fantasizing about him, about us. I hadn't slept properly the whole week and my appetite disappeared too.  We had arranged to meet at the mall and Cassian and his friend Liam had given me a ride, and we were sitting in the food court.  I felt nervous waiting, an unsettled feeling that my expectations were too high, all wrong.  You know, that fear that you have remembered something wrong.  Sometimes it can be something inconsequential like the scent of a perfume that you liked and desperately wanted, but when you go back to it, it's not how you remembered.  Or a pair of shoes that you fell in love with, but are totally not the color you thought they were.  I'd remembered Nathan in my head, texted or spoken to him every day since meeting him, but as I waited, I couldn't quite remember how his hair was, or the shape of his face, or whether he had pierced ears.  And that crazy phone conversation we'd had, which I was feeling slightly embarrassed about now.  So easy to be forward and brave when you're just a voice on the phone.  My gaze kept darting around, not knowing from what direction he would appear.  Cassian and Liam were talking and eating, but I was taking no notice of them.  I nervously kept sipping on my water bottle.
    And then I saw him.  And my heart went all a flutter.  He was dressed in the same black t-shirt and jeans and Converse from the week before.  Maybe that was his standard dress.  His hair was natural, messy looking, sexy.  He was scanning and when he saw me a smile covered his face.  He started towards me.  I stood up, murmuring to Cassian, "He's here."  He had his hands in his jeans pockets, he had a black earring in his left ear.  I took a few steps towards him.  He looked at me, smiling, showing dimples on both cheeks and I noticed that his two bottom middle teeth crossed over. 
    "Hey," he said and he took hold of my shoulders and kissed me.  No hello, no how are you.  It was all a bit unexpected. I didn't know what to do with my hands, I had a phone in one and a water bottle in the other.  He released his lips, said, "I couldn't wait to see you."  And kissed me again.  This time I relaxed, even though my hands were still awkward, and I was able to participate in the kiss.  And everything was suddenly all right. 
    "Let's go," he said, and I saw him raise his eyebrows in Cassian's direction, but I was too rushed to turn and say goodbye to him.  Nathan had his arm around me and had us walking away.  His touch was everything I remembered from last week, there had been no need for apprehension, the spark was ignited.
    "You look like you've been in a hurry," I said.
    "I have," he said, "Traffic sucked and I didn't want to be late."  He looked down at me and just something in his gaze made me melt.  "You look fantastic by the way," and he kissed my cheek.
    "Thanks," I said, pleased I'd chosen a short dress and straightened my hair.
    We got some food, sat down to eat, but he didn't even look at his food, he just looked at me.  After a few seconds I said, "Your burger's getting cold," as I fingered a French fry.
    "This may sound cheesy, but I could look at you all day," he grinned.
    "Yeah, it does sound cheesy," I laughed, "and a little creepy."  I popped a fry into my mouth."So Magdala Strauss," he drawled out my name, "do we have anything in common?"  He paused and picked up one of my fries, dangling it in front of my mouth, "Besides this insane attraction to one another?"
    I reached for the fry and popped that one in my mouth too.  "I think we both like burgers and fries," I said, and held one up in front of his mouth which he opened. I pushed it in, but he closed his mouth capturing my finger, his tongue sucking on it, and