Krysta's POV
"How do you understand all of this so well?" I question Nathan once we return to our bedroom. Everything about Gianna and Harlow's dynamic feels natural to him, while I watch their interactions like I'm trying to decode a foreign language.
"Krysta, what you witnessed between Harlow and Gianna mirrors exactly how Lance and I began. That's the foundation of lifelong bonds," he explains, making Sophia rumble with recognition.
He presses his lips to my forehead before continuing, his fingers working to unfasten my shirt buttons.
"You were too young when Lance and I were that age. Plus, you spent all your energy trying to insert yourself into our circle instead of forming your own connections. Then you went into hiding as an omega, and from what I observed before we left, those deep friendships never materialized," he says, sliding my shirt from my shoulders and tugging it free from my waistband.
"So that behavior is normal for friendship?" I probe.
