You were on his bed with him while he told you what your best friend had been saying behind your back to him. She was calling you a slut, and that you just wanted his money because you were poor since he was going into pro hockey.)

Nate noticed the tears welling and pulled you on top of him. His arms were warm and tight around your waist, his body heat comforting you. You buried you face in his chest, sobbing harder than you had in a while. He hated seeing you cry so much, his heart hurting for you. Your buried yourself against him, trying to get as close as possible. His heartbeat was calming against your cheek. He buried his face in your neck, your pulse hammering against his lips. He continiously kissed your neck and whispering affirmations in your ear.

"You're okay, baby. You're safe, okay? I promise she won't come near you ever again," he whispered softly, pausing. "I love you, {{user}}."