Waking up in Nash's bed half naked with him is very unusual to say the least. Yet there is no awkward pause between us. He opens his eyes and I see that blue color that leaves me mesmerized. There are slight rings around his eyes and that make him look even more desirable. He smiles wildly, running his hand through his hair swiftly.
"Hello," The cheeky grin he gives me makes me chuckle. Luckily enough I didn't wake up this morning with a headache. Hard to believe, I know.
I see my phone on Nash's night stand so I hover over him to reach for it. When I get it I find that there are dozens of notifications from all my social media accounts which is weird since things die down earlier in the mornings and it's 10:48. I end up laying on Nash's shoulder reading them.
"What the hell happened last night?" I ask him. For some reason I just know that he didn't drink as much as I did. Nash can have fun but he decides to say in his lane sometimes. Most of the time.
"You got a little crazy." He says. Nothing surprising there. "All of you did."
I don't say anything for a while so I sit my phone down and turn over. Our chests are sort of pressed together and Nash looks like a tired baby. Our lips are incredibly swollen from our sleep and long description short we look like a mess. A hot mess.
"Did find out a way to tell me what you wanted to say?" I ask. He fiddles with my strands of hair and looks at me with big eyes.
"Nope." He says. I ask for a hint but he doesn't want to budge. I know it isn't something bad because of it was Nash would've told me right then. Huffing, I get up from my spot on Nash and walk to the bathroom in mock sadness. His hand pulls me back on to him and I instantly smile.
"Don't be that way." His voice comes out smooth. "It's actually getting harder and harder to keep my mouth closed."
It's just making me so anxious. I want to know what he has to say. I move away from him muttering that I understand, to do my daily routine in my room. I need a shower and I need to brush my teeth. Ugh, I feel suckish.
As I walk to my room, I feel my headache start to on. I knew it'd come eventually. I guess I got up too fast. Footsteps follow behind me and I find that it's Nash. Before I can even get out a word he grabs me from behind and sort of picks me up. I laugh regardless of how my headaches getting worse.
"Don't walk away from me." He grumbles. Still laughing, I muster up a response just as we make it into my room. Nash closes the door behind him
"I need a shower Nash!" I exclaim. He sits me down on the vanity looking at me all smug.
"Can I come with you?" I hit him playfully but he doesn't flinch. I start to think he's serious when I see the teasing glint in his eye. It makes me a tad nervous but just having him breathe too close to me can do that alone.
"Shut up." I say. He raises his eyebrows as if he wants to test me.
"You gonna make me?" the distance between us closes up and I notice that his hands start to run down the sides of my thighs as he stand between my legs. I don't get pulled in like i usually do but it certainty is tempting.
At a lost for words all I can do it watch him watch me. He takes his lip between his teeth and suppresses a chuckle. The enjoyment he gets out of flustering me is dreadful. Taking off, he leaves me frozen on this dresser top. At the door he looks back to me.
"Damn. Think of all that water we could've saved."
