TORN

CHAPTER 11: "This is all your fault."

CHAPTER 11: "This is all your fault."

Author's note: SEXY CHAPTER, yo!

After I told Nash that I loved him, he seemed to always be at his best. Not to mention that we only had a week left until my mom came home. He always woke up early, cooked me delicious breakfast, went out to buy me random gifts and everything that I never really asked for. He was too caring and I felt like I didn't deserve it.

He never asked me to be his girlfriend though. I knew it was kind of fast if he did already but.. We loved each other. Right?

Weren't we supposed to have a commitment? Was he trying to avoid it so when my mom came home, it wouldn't be that hard to let the times go? I knew being away from each other after almost a month of living in together would be depressing but shouldn't there be more to that than what it seemed?

I knew I was overthinking and it got the best of me. I should stop.

I made my way downstairs and saw Nash talking to someone on his phone. He was smiling like an idiot which made me wonder who he was talking to.

I heard him say his goodbye's then placed his phone on the living room table.

"Good morning, my sweet pea", he whispered into my neck as he embraced me.

"Who was that?" I questioned.

He pulled away and took my hand, leading me to the dining table. He got me seated and placed my food before me.

"A friend, babe", he replied as he opened the fridge to pour me a glass of orange juice. He put it on the table and got seated on a chair just beside me. "I invited him over for the weekend. You'll love him, for sure."

For some reason, I didn't feel the need to ask him who that friend was. Just as long as it wasn't a girl, it was cool. I nodded and smiled which he returned gracefully.

I picked up a strip of bacon and slowly placed it on Nash's lips. He happily opened his mouth for me.

"Love you", he said in between bites, standing up to give me a peck on the lips. "You wanna do something today?"

I swallowed the food inside of my mouth before I spoke up. "Nah. I'm just too lazy to do anything." I answered.

He chuckled and nodded his head in agreement. We had so much in common.

After breakfast, we decided to chill in my room to watch some movies. I picked out Step Brothers because I haven't seen it in years. Nash put it on and climbed on the bed beside me, pulling me closer to him.

"Punch me in the fucking face!" Adam Scott yelled, and he got what he asked for. "Mooooom!" He yelled.

I laughed my guts out. I thought Nash was going to as well, but I noticed his eyes were shut and he was letting out soft snores. He was just too darn adorable.

My concentration on the movie kind of trailed off and went towards Nash. I positioned myself so that I was facing him. I took the time to appreciate his vulnerability as he slept.

I love how strong his features were. From his eyebrows, to his eyelashes, everything. He was close to perfection in my own little set of definitions.

I couldn't help but giggle at the thought that he was mine. Nash Grier is fucking mine. He loved me.

My sappy giggles woke him up. He looked flustered at first but he soon smiled as he saw me right next to him.

"Baby..." He moaned, leaning closer to kiss my lips which I happily returned.