"so what were you guys doing?" I ask Nash. He'd just came out of the shower from his adventure with the boys. All sprawled out on my bed he reaches for me.
"We went to Johnny Rockets on the board walk." He tells me and I nod in response. I stand over him with my hand in his. He looks at me weirdly and I don't know what's going on in his head but the feeling in the room is pretty strange.
"lay with me, Cam." It sounds more like a plea than a demand. I refuse and start to get ready for a shower. Nash sits up and stares at me incredulously.
"what?" I ask. He shakes his head as a form of never mind and I'm glad because I hate being pestered about something being wrong when there's nothing wrong. His phone chimes as I pull a shirt from my closet.
"Hayes wants to come." Nash speaks. It's not like we both didn't know that. I wouldn't want to be stuck where he is but the bright side is he's probably had plenty parties.
"he's always invited." It's not like I would've said anything else. Nash nods and I watch him continue to type away at his phone.
"Got a soft spot for my brother?" He mutters under his breath. It's almost like he's not even talking to me directly. I pull of my shirt and shorts, throwing them in the hamper after. Nash's eyes switch to mine.
"got a soft spot for you." I correct him and walk to shower. He chases after me quickly, hugging my waist completely from behind. Before I can react his lips are pressed to my neck but not in a kiss.
"you...provoke me." He sighs. I laugh at him, turning towards him but never breaking his hold on me. It's feeling I can get used to.
"what are you going to to about it, Nash?" I ask him. My sudden burst of confidence and slyness has taken me by surprise. Talking with Delano, I think, has made me see something. I want Nash and I need to have him.
"oh," He chuckles on my neck causing me to close my eyes and lean into him. His hands move down my back but never further. "I don't think you're ready for it."
I step back and look at him for a second. I turn on the shower head and the room becomes slightly hotter within minutes. Nash watches me all laid back and smug with a big sexy grin and winter fresh newly placed in his mouth. I look at him through the mirror.
"who said that?" I ask. He doesn't respond. Just shakes his head like he can't believe we're having this conversation.
"doesn't matter," he says. I hear one of the boys, Gilinsky I think, call Nashes name and I smile, pushing him out of the restroom and taking my midnight shower.
