Affairs; {Nash Grier fanfic}

3 {uhm}

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." he says quietly as everybody loudly talks in the living room. It's quite dark in the closet.

"It's alright. We can get this over with, right?" I let out a breath.

"Okay. You sure that you want to do this?" He asks. He surely doesn't seem like the kind of guy that does this, so I'm not sure if he wants to.

"If you do." I say.

"Okay." he says. All of the sudden, I feel a big, soft hand grip my chin and pull me forward, connecting me with Nash's soft lips. I put both of my hands on the back of his neck, where his hair begins, pulling him closer towards me. I open my mouth, and his tongue slides in, exploring my mouth. I run my hands through his short, soft, puffy hair. We pull away by the sound of the alarm, telling us that we could now leave the closet.

"T-that was..." Nash trails off, taking his hand off of my chin.

"It was good for me." I laugh.

"W-we, I- I uh we should get out." he says, opening the door and revealing the light.

"Who's turn is it now?" I ask.

"Cameron's." Carly says. He spins, and it lands on her. They walk in, and the timer begins.

"Sky, can we talk for a sec?" Nash whispers to me. I nod, and we walk outside, unseen by everybody talking to one another.

"Listen, I'm sorry about what happened in the closet. I choked up." he says, running his hand through his hair.

"It's, uh, fine. I was embarrassed, though." I said.

"Why?" he asks.

"Because I told you I liked the kiss, and you never answered." I said, crossing my arms.

"It was good for me, I just don't want to seem, like, ya know, a douche..." he trails off. I laugh.

"A douche?" I laugh.

"What?" he asks.

"You wouldn't be a douche! Basically you are calling me a douche for saying it." I laugh.

"I- uh- n-n-"

"I'm joking with you." I say, punching him lightly in the chest. He winces.

"What was that for?' he asks. I roll my eyes, smile, and walk back inside to the pointless 'Seven Minutes In Heaven' game.