I stood there watching them glare at each other. KY tried to separate both of them by standing in between. My heart was racing and I didn’t want to move or even speak. Shit what was I going to say? What was he going to say? Nash’s bright blue eyes met mine and sucked in a breath. His glare softens but it was still there.
“What the hell is he doing here?” he asked me. All eyes were on me now and I could tell Matt was waiting for me to come up with something.
“We get in one little fight and he comes running after you like a lost puppy!” he yells. I flitch at his words. My body unfreezes and I walk towards Nash.
“Listen here, he isn’t here for me, and what we have wasn’t little. I am beyond pissed at you!” I said punching his chest with my index finger. His head snapped at Matt
“Stay away from here! Stop being a lost puppy!!” he yelled. I was pushed back harshly into Ky. Our faces shared the same expression. Matt pined Nash against the wall.
“I am not a lost puppy!” Matt growled. Nash rolled his eyes pushing Matt back.
“You seem like it!” he yelled.
“Look at how pathetic you are, here in MY fiancés house after one fight we had” Nash bit shaking his head. I glared at him.
“Get the fuck out of here!” Nash yelled. I could see Matt’s fist turn white, he was holding back and I don’t think he could hold back any longer
“She loves me not you!” before I knew it Nash was on the ground groaning in pain. I screamed as Matt’s fist collides with his face.
“STOP!” I yelled trying to pull Matt away. He threw another punch but Nash dodged it and it swung sending Matt back. I stood in front of Nash trying to stand in between them
“STOP OR YOU BOTH LEAVE” I shouted. Nash was breathing hard and his cheek was purple. His nose bled. He had a cold hard stare against Matt who KY was attending. I dragged Nash back into my room. He sat on the bed while I got a rag out. I cleaned his nose as he stared at me.
“I’m sorry,” he said after awhile.
“For fighting or ruining our wedding?” I asked harshly. His eyes no longer held anger but sadness and regret.
“Please don’t say that, I am truly sorry about everything.” He said wrapping his arms around my waist. I sighed.
“I still don’t want to see you.” I tried pulling away but he held on to me tight.
“Please let be with you,” he asked, his lips met my neck; he slowly kissed every inch of it reaching my collarbones. I felt nothing. Nothing but anger and sadness running through my body. Why did I feel like this? Why couldn’t the make me feel what Matt did? I was getting angry with myself. Nash was an amazing person. I couldn’t just hurt him. He helped me get over Matt for a years, but as soon as I saw Matt feeling hit me like bricks. I wanted to get over Matt and not hurt Nash I really did. I knew it was for the best but it was hard to let go. His lips met my chest and I pulled away. His eyes filled with lust replaced by anger
“Why wont you let me touch you?” he asked hurt.
“Not until after the wedding.” I simply said.
“You let Matt touch you years ago!” he stood up. My heart was racing at the thought of our fist night.
“Nash please doesn’t push me. I am already upset with you” he shook his head no, and walked towards me.
“I am your future husband, why wont you let me touch you but he could touch you,” I couldn’t answer it would hurt him and I didn’t want that. I wanted to have a peaceful month. I wanted to able to say yes without hesitation. Nash’s blue eyes glared at me making me feel bad. His cheeks were turning red
“You don’t want to know the answer Nash. Just leave it,” I said walking passed him. He pulled my arm making me collide with his chest.
“I want to know,” he growled.
“Because I love him enough” I pulled away.
