Nathan pursed his lips and forced himself to keep his eyes on her. Obviously, he was supposed to be figuring something out but the only things that were coming to mind probably weren't the right answer.

"You kiss me for being..." He stopped and really tried to figure out why she was actually kissing him. It wasn't pity or anything like that. And she seemed to like it when it happened so it wasn't just to say she had. Fuck, he had no idea why she kissed him, of all people. "...the kind of guy who lets you practice your Italian instead of trying to shag you despite the fact that you were sitting on his lap. And the kind of guy who offers to fucking walk you home when you were drunk and the kind of fucking guy who doesn't want you to run away when I'm kissing you."

Right answer or not, Nathan thought that was a good answer. He'd used his brain and everything.