Magcon Imagines

Nash Grier Imagine

Your head lays on Nash's lap while he plays with your hair. "I don't get it." He says, his face full of confusion.  "What?" You say turning to look at him. "How did I get someone as beautiful as you?" You laugh at his remark. "Now you don't mean that..." you say awkwardly.  He grabs you hips, sits you up and pulls you onto his lap. "I mean it. You're gorgeous, kind hearted, and just so different." You can't help but blush. "Damn that blush" He says smirking. Your face gets even redder. You look down trying to hide your face. He lifts up your chin and leans in. Your lips meet and the kiss becomes hungrier as you straddle him.  You stop suddenly, not wanting to go too far. "Nash..." He looks at you with full respect. "Come here." You bury your face in his neck as he draws patterns on your back with the gentle touch of his fingers. "I love you. You know that right?" That's the last thing you hear before you fall into a deep sleep.