Theif 3

Chapter 20

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"Anything for you princess." He murmers.

My heart races as I stare back into his eyes.

He takes a step forward, I take a step back. I am trapped between him and the fridge.

He leans forward sitting the food items on the counter next the fridge, yet his eyes never leave mine.

I am nervous. I am nervous because of Nash.

He grips onto my hips and pulls me forward.

I don't do anything to protest. I just let him do what ever he wants.

I expect him to kiss me when his face comes closer to mine but instead, his forehead lands on my shoulder, and his arms wrap around my lower back. Back and forth, he sways us.

"Mmh." He whines. "Baby what's wrong?"

What did I do wrong? I let him do exactly what he wanted to.

"W-what do you mean?"

"That's what I mean." He says lifting his head. He looks as if his feelings are hurt. "You never stutter around me. It's like it's day one. You just woke up from my family kidnapping you. You're acting scared of me. Why am I frightening you?"

I don't say anything, I just stare down at him.

"What's gotten into you? Huh? Are you angry? It's okay if you're angry. You have every right to be."

"I'm not angry." I tell him truthfully.

"Well you should be!" He snaps.

I jump as he abruptly jerks away from me. He walks to the kitchen door and turns around back at me. "Are you doing this to punish me?"

"Why can't you just accept it Nash? This time I'm not mad. I don't know why, but I'm not. Would you have rather had me leave with Wesley and not came back."

He stares at the ground and shakes his head. "No."

"Then just be happy that we're here."

He nods. "I'm sorry honey. I don't know why I just did that." He walks to me before giving me a tight hug, I wrap my arms around his neck. "You're right. I'm so sorry."

Everyone makes mistakes. Right?
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Next Day

Jass music blares throughout the house. Wesley's choice of course. He danced around the living room, doing his best to sound like the singers in the music. Nash is outside working on that car. I'm not sure what I've been doing exactly. Just a bunch of staring into space.

I should probably stop day dreaming.

I look at the clock. 12:34.

It's lunch time and Wesley hasn't even eaten.

I walk to the garage door and open it only to be accompanied by loud sounds from the car and Nash's tools.

"Nash?" I say a bit loudly. "Nash?" I yell.

The loud noises stop and he looks up at me. "Yeah?"

"What do you want for lunch?"

He shrugs. "I don't care."

I sigh. "I want to know what you want Nash."

"I don't know. Ask Wesley. I'll eat what ever he does."

"But what if you don't want that, Nash?"

"Baby, it's just lunch. If it comes down to it and I hate what you make I can always make myself a sandwich. Why are you bugging out?" He said smiling but I know the smile was only to cover up his irritation.