Nash Grier

Chapter 8

I'm dazed and confused as me and Nash run down the hall. He has a death grip on me but I can't tell what he is thinking. Just when things were starting to lighten up for us. I'm scared he will realize what a mess I've brought into his life and leave me.
We reach the living room and he presses the elevator button. "I'll call you if we find any details, sir." One of Nash's security detail dressed in back says to Nash. He just nods while the man slips him something. "You might want to use this" it's a card. I hold onto Nash and watch the men look for anything out of place. "Accompany Mr. Grier and Miss Bales to the car outside," the man orders.

It's the middle of the night and I'm exhausted. Nash ushers me into the sleek, black Audi R8 and fixes my seat belt. I look at his face but he gives nothing away. He shuts the door and walks to the driver side and steps in. "I'll have Clay, my head security, send someone to buy you clothes," Nash says bleakly as he sat down in the seat next to me. "How could he have gotten in?" Nash looks at me anxiously and sighs. "Josh is in the hospital. I had a missed call from him. I called back and he told me he where he was and said Daniel jumped him and stole the key to my place from him. We aren't positive if Daniel is even in my apartment but I'm not taking the risk with you."
I almost pass out. How much shit can go wrong? "Take me to him now." I say and start crying. I feel awful, I've left my best friend vulnerable while I was away on an island unable to be reached. "I'll take you first thing in the morning. You are hardly dressed and it's too late, I'm sorry." He puts his hand on my thigh and rubs his thumb in a circle. "Are you okay?" He whispers.
The streets are empty and Nash speeds up. Once we get on the interstate, he floors the gas pedal, heading north. We sped up so quickly my head is momentarily thrown back.
I ignored his question. I feel him look over at me. I gaze out the window, trying to rationalize my thoughts. "This is going to ruin us," I whisper. "No it won't, don't think like that. You are precious to me. I thought that was obvious." Nash answers my question. I am relieved but I still can sense something is off with him. He feels distant. I look at him. "I worry that it's too much and I'm not worth it."
"Dam It LeAnna. For the love of God what do I have to do?" He says starring at the road in front of us. I close my eyes and sigh. I don't want to talk anymore.
I realized we have been on the road for a while. "Where are we going?" I ask. "Josh is in a hospital outside of LA and we are going to stay at a hotel near him. It's a little over an hour away. We're almost there." He says focusing on the road.

In the hotel bedroom he takes off his pants and shirt, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. I forget everything and focus on him. He's beautiful and perfect. He grabs my hand and leads me onto the bed. "It's been quite a day, huh?"
I nod and he is looking at me concerned. "I'm okay," I say but mostly to myself. "I know it's not the time but I would like to get lost in you, if your not to tired," he smiles at me. I can't keep up with his emotions. I bite my lip. He brushes his finger along my mouth and leans in, he tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth. I take off my shirt. I'm tired but I want to please him and I also don't want to lose the opportunity to shut out everything and give myself to him. He pushes the shorts I had on off of me. He closes his eyes for a moment. When he opens them they are full of desire. "You are perfect, don't leave me." He whispers. I would never leave him I don't know why he said that. We both kiss on each other lazily. He closes his eyes taking in my touch. He then grabs my hands and place them above my head, caging my wrists. I close my eyes and feel his teeth run along my chin. He slams into me and I cry out. I give myself over to him completely. "I can't get enough of you," he whispers into my neck.

Nash led me into his car the next morning and drove me to the hospital. I was nervous and felt guilty that my best friend was in the hospital because of my past. Nash drove as fast as he could but I felt as if we weren't moving at all. "I wasn't here for him Nash," I start to cry. I can't stop feeling responsible for this. Even after we arrived at the hospital I couldn't stop crying. I barely noticed the exterior of the hospital and my heart was pounding so loud I didn't hear the nurse say which room he was in. Nash led me in the direction. I thanked God for allowing Nash to be so calm and in control. I took a deep breath and prepared myself when we found Josh's room.