Nash Grier

chapter 19

Nash's location was paradise. It is the same place he took me before, our private beach. I loved this place. I loved feeling far away from all of our problems. It's absolutely perfect. We are both tired from the plane ride. Me and him didn't say a word to each other, just took the moment in. Nash opens the door and let's me go inside first. We both dropped our bags and headed for the master bedroom.
I snuggled into him, draping my legs over his lap. "Will we be okay?" He pressed his lips together and looked at me while twisting a piece of my hair around his finger. "Yes."
"I love you."
"I know." He smiled softly and closed his eyes. His mouth opened up to form a small O and I knew he was knocked out. I wasn't far behind him.

I woke up to the smell of food so I got out of bed and walked into the kitchen to see Nash working hard over the oven. I watch him and lean against the wall. I started to laugh when he burnt his hand. He turned around and stared at me with lust and a bit of humor.
"Are you okay?" I smile and run over to kiss his finger. He just turned around and started to clean up his mess. I wish he weren't so quiet. This isn't how I want to spend this last week with him. It makes me worry. I moved over to the massive living area, wide open floor space and white couches spread across bamboo floors. The glass doors are open and a warm breeze flew in, kissing my face and running through my hair. As peaceful as this is nothing is pleasant when Nash is off. I turn around and he is bringing me a plate of food. "Thanks," I eat and close my eyes. I didn't realize how hungry I was.
"Do you like it " he asked quietly.
"It's great." I smile and chew my food.
"I've ordered dinner, a boat will arrive later tonight."
"Okay that sounds perfect."
"Your clothes are put away in the drawers, I woke up early and did it for you."
I stared at him and noticed the distance between us. He was a bit edgy.
"Nash?" I moved closer to him and pushed my plate away.
"Hmm?" He sighed. He grabbed my waist and lifted me up to kiss him. I didn't look into my eyes. I pulled away and I felt sick.
"Let's just stop pretending." My heart hurts. The emotional gulf between us is growing and I'm drowning.
"Pretending?" His eyebrows pinch together.
"I'm sorry.....I know this won't work....I didn't think... I know you don't want to wait on me when you go away...it will be to hard and I don't want to hold you down" I shoved away, grabbed our plates and threw them in the sink.
"LeAnna wait!" I ran outside and went straight for the ocean. I bent my knees and sank on the dry sand, the water almost touching me, teasing me. I closed my eyes.
"LeAnna," I heard Nash in front of me. I looked up at him. He was wearing nothing but silky pajama pants that hung off his hips. He is so handsome, so sexy. It's impossible not to stare. He scooped me up and took me to the cabana and dropped me on the chaise, covering me with his body before I could catch my breath.
I was dizzy when he groaned and said, "Marry me."
That isn't the reason I said, "yes."
Nash kissed me as if he was dying of thirst and I was the only thing that could soothe him.

"Tomorrow," he whispered in my ear while I was sprawled under neath him.
"What? I can't jus-" He cut me off.
"You said yes, so I say when. I need to marry you tomorrow. I want to spend the rest of this week with you as my wife," he smiled and started kissing my neck, making me loose focus. I feel like I'm on a never ending roller coaster. I wiggle out from beneath him. "Nash, it's too soon."
"Forget that, you fucking own me. It's my turn to own you," he was serious.
"I don't want to rush into this" I say and look down at my fingers. He lifts my chin.
"Rush? I've been planning this for weeks. It's all I've thought about and the reason I haven't been talkative lately."
"Nash I would love to just get married with you tomorrow but what about family? And speaking of family I haven't met yours."
"That's another story that can be told another time. We can get married again for our family and friends. I want that too, but I want to marry you intimately, just us." He is rushing it and I can't hel but find it romantic.
"I asked your stepfather. I know you aren't close but he was in town a while back and I thought it was the right thing to do, of course I told him to keep it quiet." He was looking at me "I'm not taking no for an answer. I've already hired a pastor to come tomorrow, even a witness!" he laughed at me. I threw a pillow at him.
"So the other night when I asked how you felt about me and you said you would tell me another time?" I looked at him and raised my eye brow.
"I'll tell you how I feel tomorrow, I couldn't tell you then because you would have heard my vows ." He shrugged and kissed my forehead.