Moonstruck

14 | biological reaction

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RIVER

The next morning, I feel the sunrise brush my face.

My body shifts in the soft mattress, my head pounding from all the drinking from yesterday. Shit, last night— Nash.

My eyes fly open, the familiar-looking room coming to sight but instead of being filled with my things, it's all his. More tied up than I expected though.

As I slowly grow more awake, I realise I'm laying alone on his bed. The pillows he had put up to form a wall are all gone now, displayed on the floor.

Letting my gaze scan the rest of my surroundings, I notice the bathroom's door ajar. From inside, I hear the sound of the shower ruining.

Then it stops, steam coming out from the small breach which makes the room grow hotter. I bite my lip, wondering if I should pretend I'm still asleep or simply leave.

Just as I stand to my feet from the bed and prepare to sneak out, my gaze lands in a half naked Nash, leaning against the frame of the bathroom's door.

He is in nothing but a towel, wrapped around his waist, low enough to show off his very defined V cut. My eyes betray me by not being able to look away, though I tell myself that if this is the only time I will ever have the chance, might as well take it.

When they lift to meet his gaze, noticing his crossed arms, my breath hitches. His brows are narrowed, no different from usual, but I notice something else. I can't pin point on it, but it's there.

There's something about those greyish eyes that is so captivating, while a little intimidating. I've never been one to drop out from a staring contest, but he makes it a little hard to keep thinking straight.

Nash muses, "See something you like?"

"You're not bad, but I've seen better." I purse my lips, shrugging, opposed to the idea of letting him think he's won.

His voice is low, "You're a terrible liar, peach."

"And you, Nash, should probably..." I lean forward, licking my lips as my tone drops as I step closer and glance down, "...take care of that."

Frowning, Kingston follows t my gaze and groans when he sees the outlined bulge under the towel. His jaw clenches at the same time as my grin grows.

My tongue clicks, "Seems like I'm not the only one enjoying the view, after all."

"It's purely a biological reaction." he argues.

"To what exactly? The thought of having spent the whole night only inches away from me? Is it my messy braided hair that does it for you? Or maybe my filthy mou—"

Kingston growls in agony, "Shut up."

"Or what?" I taunt.

His voice is tight, in warning, "River."

"Make me, Nash."

All the air vanishes from the room, my body tingling and my core throbbing. I'm not sure who I'm torturing more, me or him.

I also suddenly became rather aware of our height difference. His huge figure towers over me, making me feel tiny. My head tilts, aligning our mouths as the distance between us lessens.