CHANCES ↠ NICK MARA

FOURTEEN

[ lexee's p.o.v. ]

"I'm about to take these heels off," I groan, switching the weight on my feet from one to the other. "These are the most uncomfortable pair of heels I've ever worn. Oh my god, it's like I'm standing on nothing!" I lean against Nick's body.

He chuckles, kissing me on my temple. His lips linger for a moment longer, and I'm not sure if that was to comfort him or me. "Then why'd you choose to wear them?"

"Because it looked nice," I whined.

"You can't just take your shoes off. What are you going to walk on?"

"I don't think it's a bad idea to go barefoot right about now."

"Well, I think it's a bad idea to go barefoot in a club," he says, brushing my hair out of my face. I close my eyes at the sensation of his hands touching my hair. It was always my favorite thing.

I rub my hands together, all of a sudden feeling a bit chilly. Why was it even cold inside? But I didn't want to complain about something else so I just kept it to myself. It proves to be fruitless though because Nick notices anyway.

He puts his hands out, and I move my head from his shoulder to look at him curiously. "What?"

He pushes his hands forwards again. "Give me your hands," he instructs. "I'll warm it up for you."

I put my hands in his, and he encloses my hands inside of his. He brings it up to his lips and blows on it. Then, just because he's feeling cheeky, he sticks his tongue out and licks the tips of my finger.

I instantly pull away from him. "Nick!" I yell.

He laughs and reaches for my hands again. I move from him and hide my hands behind me. He frowns at me. "C'mon, I was playing. I won't do it again."

I pout. "I'm taking your word for it."

"I will never lie to you," he says, more serious.

"Thank you," I whisper, placing my hands in his again. "I think the party's about to end. Can we leave?"

He checks his phone. "Yeah, the boys want to leave too. Let's go," he says, getting off the couch. He just stands there in front of me, bending his knees a bit.

"What are you doing?"

"I'll carry you," he states like it's obvious.

"A piggy-back ride? Really Nick?" I laugh.

"You said your heels were hurting you," he points out, and I carefully position myself on his back. I wrap my arms around him, and he stands up. "I won't drop you." Then, out of nowhere, he lets go of my legs for only a second.

"Nick!" I yell again, slapping him on his chest.

He just chuckles and kisses my knuckles. "Now, I won't drop you."

Nick starts walking towards the entrance, and I see the host chatting with some other people. "Thank you for inviting us! Congratulations on your EP!" I shout to her, but also making sure my voice is quiet so I don't disturb other people.