First Choice (Sam Wilkinson/Nash Grier)

Chapter 41

"Good morning lil' mama." Sammy said cheerily in this funny little voice he always does. I groaned blinking away from the bright light invading my pupils. He brushed the hair out of my face with his hand, hurriedly kissing my forehead before I swatted him away.

"What time is it?" I asked groggily, my voice a little hoarse cause I'd cried last night. "Almost 11:00. Your mom is home, she came in and said hi. She's asleep now. How come you didn't tell me she was taking night shifts again?"

I sat up, stretching my arms to the ceiling and letting out a loud yawn. "Because I didn't think it was important." He nodded, standing up and pulling me off the bed, "I don't want to get up!" I whined, as he went behind me and wrapped his arms over my shoulders, leaning his chin on my head. I rested my chin where his forearms crossed on my chest, leaning back into him.

"You're warm." I observed. He nuzzled his face into my neck, "I know." His touchy feely mood was unexpected because I thought we'd both agreed to stop whatever this was.

I wriggled out of his grasp, turning to him. "What are we gonna do today?"

He scratched at the back of his neck, "I was planning to take you out to breakfast but whatever you wanna do is fine."

"That sounds great." I smiled at him, he raised his eyebrows. "I didn't think you'd want to cause last night. Are you sure you're up to it. If you don't feel good we can just stay in and I'll make you something."

I grabbed his hand and pulled him after me, "come on. Let's go out to get breakfast."

He chuckled as I pulled him behind me. It all felt so familiar, his hand in mine. I stopped halfway down the stairs, remembering I looked like shit right now. "I just need to get ready." I said, ducking past him, back up the stairs.

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Breakfast with Sam was actually nice, just hanging out and eating like old times. He seemed a little less distant than he had been lately, and he was right back to his usual touchy ways. Someone even asked if we were dating, to which Sam denied as I blushed and hid my face in his shoulder which had probably reinforced the strangers suspicions. We'd made plans to go to the fair that was back in town because it was getting closer and closer to summer. We decided to go next week, Saturday afternoon to be exact.

I opened the front door, my wide smile immediately falling when I spotted Nash on my couch. He stood abruptly, taking cautious steps towards me. "Jasmine." he sighed, almost as if he was relieved as he wrapped his arms around me, though I remained stiff and didn't hug back.

"What are you doing here, Nash?" I asked, frowning at him. As far as I was concerned, he didn't deserve anymore of my time considering how much of it he'd waste last night.

"I know what you must think but I swear I didn't forget about our date or stand you up. I'd never blow you off like that." I didn't know if I believe him, though his expression looked apologetic.

I nodded, folding my arms and waiting for his explanation.

"I got in a fight with my brother. I punched him in the face over something so dumb and irrelevant. I'm such an idiot, Jasmine. My dad grounded me and took my phone without giving me a chance to text and tell you that I had to cancel." he flung his arms around as he explained, the frustration buzzing off of him. I didn't know if I believed him or not but I didn't take Nash as someone to lie, especially to me.

I kept my face straight, continuing to stare at him coldly. "Jasmine, you've got to believe me. I'd never do that to you intentionally. Don't you know how long I've been waiting and you honestly think I'd fuck it all up like that?" he asked, stepping closer to me.

I placed my hand against his chest, stoping him in his tracks. He was looking at me with those hooded baby blue eyes and those pink pouty lips and I was already so close close to caving. I knew the second he got those hands on me, when his lips were pressed against mine, I'd let him and all would be forgiven. But I needed to take a step back and think for a second.

"Nash, I need to think about things and figure out some stuff. I was just really let down yesterday and I think we should wait a little." I admitted, watching the disappointment crease his brow.

"I'm so damn sorry. I never meant to stand you up. I've really lost my chance, huh?" He asked, biting down on his lower lip as he looked at me expectantly.

"Of course not. I just think I need to be less confused before we end up rushing into things." I said, reaching out and grabbing his hand in mine, squeezing it softly.

"Ok. I'll wait then." he mumbled, pulling up my hand in his and kissing my knuckles. It was such a small gesture but it still gave me butterflies nonetheless. I giggled, pulling my hand away. His eyes flickered up to meet mine and that smirk of his was making my knees weak. We stood in silence for a moment, our eyes never wavering from one another's.

"I guess I'll go then," he sighed as he took slow sad steps towards the door. I wanted him to stay but that would defeat the purpose of me saying I needed time to think.

"Bye." I sighed, walking behind him to open the door and hold it open for him.

"Bye gorgeous." he said, acting like he was about to leave before hurriedly turning and grabbing my waist. I was confused and slightly thrown off guard as he dipped down and pecked my lips swiftly. I lost my balance and fell into the kiss, deepening it as my lips involuntarily puckered against his and I placed my hands on his shoulders to brace myself. He grabbed my hips steadying me before he placed his hand on the back of my neck and kissed me softly, deeply, passionately, tingles erupting across my skin as he pulled away.

"I'll see you later." he breathed unevenly, resting his forehead against mine for a second, us taking in the same air. He turned suddenly and walked down the porch steps to his Jeep, leaving me desperate for more. I had a feeling that was exactly what he had wanted.

I watched him drive away before I noticed Sam on his front lawn with Matthew and Jack Gilinsky. They had just seen that whole kiss, I realized when Sam stood abruptly, turning and saying something to them before he crossed the cul de sac to me angrily, fists clenched at his side, his face bearing a clenched jaw.