longest chapter in this book ahead... wouldn't be surprised if you don't want to read it. 2063 words. others are about 600-700.
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soon enough dashes and blotches of paint cover our shirtless bodies. Thankfully none dropped on the floor thanks to the newspaper nash put down.
staring up at the ceiling which is washed over with the lightest blue pain i've ever seen in my life, i smile. It brings a very light and airy aesthic to the room that i love. It looks more like water color though. The blue is darker is some spots and runs through as if it's been watered down. I prop myself up on my elbow, looking at nash.
"how the hell did you do this?" I ask even though i've asked before. He smiles at my shameless flattery. "you're too talented for your own good." He chuckles at that.
"I don't know. It's natural for me, Cameron, you know that." He rolls his eyes. "But that doesn't mean i wasn't racking my brain looking for the right things to draw and the right materials." He smiles at the memories of his frantic state.
"i was legitimately going crazy in here - would he be fascinated by this? does this interest him? how does this even connect? oh my god i was supposed to use brown!" I laugh as the more hyper side of nash comes out. Soon enough i'm doubled over and laughing into his chest.
"yes, it was that bad." He chuckles at his own foolishness. I recover from my laughter and look up at him. I don't always take the opportunity to really look at him. So right now is the chance.
I still can't believe it's taken me so long to realize my feelings for him. we've been friends for as long as can remember... then again i thought i was straight for as long as i can remember.
He states the obvious, "You're staring."
I ignore his statement and get to the more serious aspect of all this. Something i've wanted to know for a long time but i've just been left in the dark this whole time.
"What did you want to ask me?" I ask almost breathlessly because he looks up at me and he licks his lips slowly. Stay focused...
His pupils dilate and it scares me knowing he's nervous. It must be something bad. But he promised it wasn't... I don't know what to think anymore. As i begin to become more and more unsure i shift my gaze to the floor beneath us.
Our bodies are still touching so i know he isn't too scared. If he was too overwhelmed, he'd reach the point where he'd bail and probably take a walk or go and cook or something; anything just to not look in my face.
we've been in here so long that the sun has begun to set, welcoming a orange, pink color into the room. At the very least 2 hours have passed or so. Maybe more.
Nash turns around to me finally, his lips pursed playfully as he tackles me back on to the floor. I laugh and hold on to his shoulders.
"What the hell! I asked you a question." I laugh, i can't find it in me to be even the slightest bit mad at him for just discarding me. Plus it seems like his care free self is back. He pretends to ponder on my words, rocking his head from back and forth with his eyes squinted.
"thinking about it, you know," He begins and then stops rocking his head. Instead he smiles at me all sly, hinting toward something impure. "I'd rather show you."
The nervousness creeps up on me like a tiger to its pray. It all happens in slow motion. I watch as he licks his lips for the second time in the last two minutes. This alone gets me to feel some type of way.
He dips down to the point where i can see his back muscles flex, as he's still holding himself up with his hands. I completely lose it has he places the lightest kisses on my collar bones and chest.
