Chapter 133

• Nate’s POV
• I rolled out from the bed and made my way to the bedroom where my phone was at, I had kind of forgotten about it until this very moment. I picked the phone up from the table and sank down into the couch. I was still holding on to the pillow which I had carried all the way from the bedroom, all the way to the sitting room, and I tugged it against me and wrapped one of my arms around it when I shifted into a more comfortable position on the couch.
• I started to go through my phone, the number of missed calls still managed to catch my eyes once again and I drew the notification bar down, wrinkling my nose and thinning my lips when I saw that my mother had been the one behind most of the missed calls, and then I rolled my eyes a little and breathed out a small scoff. She was probably calling to ask me to pick a particular color of the house I’d like for a birthday gift.