Bae || n.g.

Chapter 22

Irelands POV
Two weeks later

I wiped the makeup from my face and put my glasses on. Nash came out in only a towel and shook his long hair. I decided I wanted to get us a little breakfast. While he was getting ready, I slipped on one of his sweatshirts and a new pair of leggings. My Birkenstocks slid onto my feet easily as I pulled the door shut.

Once I had gotten a breakfast sandwich and latte for him, I walked out to my car.

"Babe, I'm home!" I yelled. No response.

"Nash, I brought you food!" I tried again. Nothing. When I tried to turn the lights on, they only flickered and went out.

"You know this is kinda freaking me out!" I set my phone and food on the counter and began wandering around the house. I heard a small laugh from the bedroom and ran to open the door. I saw his curly hair peek out from underneath bed and jumped on the bed.

"I wonder where little Nashty could be?" I yelled laughing. He came out from underneath the bed and laughed. I landed cross legged and stared at his shirtless chest.

"Damn, son, where'd you find those?" I said in a deep voice, eyeing his stomach. He laughed and tackled me back. Once he began tickling me, I couldn't stop laughing.

"Nash! Stop it!" I grabbed at his wrists but he continued biting at my neck and squeezing my sides. He pulled away with a smile on his face.

"Did you bring me food?" he asked. I nodded and he threw me into his back, literally galloping down the stairs. He grabbed his coffee and sandwich and stuffed it into his mouth. I let go of his shoulders and sat on the counter. I swung my legs and chatted with him while he finished. Nash threw his wrappers away and set his hands in my thighs. I set my hands in his neck and stared at him.

"You know what I really like about you?" I said. He shook his head.

"Your eyes. They're so pretty." He blew a raspberry and laughed.

"You can't call a guy pretty, babe," he said.

"Yes, I can. Especially when it comes to you," I responded my voice becoming a whisper and my lips dangerously close to his. He licked his lips and gingerly set them on mine. My hands rose up to his hair and scratched at his scalp. He dug his nails into my thighs and wrapped his arms around my waist. I wrapped my legs around his torso as he pulled me off the counter. We traveled to the living room and collapsed on the couch. He climbed on top of me, softly grinding his hips into mine.

"Nash. No," I said, pecking his lips. He seemed frustrated.

"Why! You've been knocking me down whenever I try this with you for the past two weeks!" He sat back with his hands on his face.

"I'm sorry! But honestly, I am just not in the mood! I love the sensual Nash at times, but recently I've just needed my sweet and funny Nash. He makes me feel better! He puts me in a good mood that I usually can't get rid of! I promise we can do it soon but not right now! Right now I just need my boyfriend! Not a guy using me for a good fuck! Because the past few weeks I feel like that's all your getting at. First making out with me alone was fun but then you started doing it in front of the twins? You can't just control your dick until they leave the house or are even out of the room? Or when I stop cooking? I almost burned myself the other day. I have been feeling so anxious the past few days and I just need someone to hold me and make me feel better not jump on me and attach his lips to my neck every chance he gets!" I stood up and set my hands on my hips. He let his head drop and he sniffed. Then I realized he was crying. We both were. I wiped my eyes and sat back next to him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry." I was going to use an excuse but decided not to. He didn't need one. I wrapped my arms around his neck and straddled him.