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“It was easier to know, than to explain why I knew it.” I whisper slowly. Nate smiles lazily, and chuckles looking down.

“You’re more in love with Sherlock than Zach, it would seem.”

The question still has me baffled, and not knowing the exact answer makes me even more so.

I assume just like every other thing between Nate and me, even this has to remain inexplicable. We keep swaying side to side gently, and I move my hand from his shoulder to behind his neck, just above his collar, lightly touching his hair.

“Do you still hate me?” I ask him. I can’t forget the way we left things. And I can’t have him hate me.

“I never hated you.” He twirls me, moving our joined hands over my head and I simply follow his lead. Once again, he rests my back against his chest, rocking us gently.

“It felt like you did.”