First Choice (Sam Wilkinson/Nash Grier)

Chapter 53

It wasn't the most comfortable position to sleep in. Nash laying down in between my legs with his head resting on my belly. I could only imagine, with how low on the bed he must have been positioned considering he was using my lower stomach as a pillow, how he must look with his long legs hanging off the edge of it. It isn't very comfy but it is warm and comforting to have this pile of messy brown hair be the first thing I see when I wake.

Of course the manner in which I was woken, my phones alarm blaring into my ears, was highly annoying. After hours of Nash procrastinating to leave, him pushing the time back farther and farther, Nash negotiated with him and me that if he stayed the night then he would have to get up and leave early so he could still pack. Don't ask me why he thought it was a smart idea to wait till last minute to pack but it was typical Nash behavior.

I could see now that this was going to be hard to go through with as he groans, turning his head to the opposite side, and brings his hands from where they had been resting on top of my thighs and moves then under my legs, squeezing the underside of my thighs softly.

"Just a little longer babe." He says quietly, his groggy sleep voice combined with him calling me "babe" has me all mushy inside.

"Come on. You said not to let you do this no matter what." I remind him, bringing my hand to his mop of hair and running my fingers back and forth through it, gently scratching at his scalp with my nails.

He moans, "That feels so good." And my mind goes straight to the gutter while I continue.

"Wake up or I'll stop."

He turns his head up so his face was facing me but his eyes are still closed. Slowly they opens, his eyes forming little slits before he blinks rapidly and smiles at me.

"Good morning beautiful." He mumbles at the same time as I feel one of his hands come up and push the edge of my shirt up, exposing my stomach. He presses a kiss right above my belly button before he pulls my shirt back down, the intimacy of the whole gesture tugging on my heart strings.

"M-morning." I stutter out. He grins at me before pressing his palms against the mattress as he pushes himself up, and as weird as this wording might sound, I was sad he wasn't between my legs anymore. He leans up and presses a gentle kiss to my lips before siting up completely beside me.

"I don't want to go." He says after a moment, and when I look at him I am shocked at how depressed he looked.

"Why? Aren't you glad to be going home to see your mom? Think of how happy Skylynn will be."

That brings a slight smile to his lips. He shakes his head, reaching out and placing his hand on my leg.

"But when I go, you'll forget about me."

"Why would I do that? You're my boyfriend, Nash. I care about you." I say as I lean into him, laying my head on his chest as we both lay down again.

"Yeah, but how long will it take before you and Sam are fine again and suddenly I'm at the back of your mind." He asks harshly, and I don't want to look at him because I'm scared to see the same distance in his eyes as the day prior.

"That won't happen." I force myself to look up and he stares right back at me, his eyes aren't cold, but rather saddened. Trying to comfort him as best as I can, I reach up and cup his cheek in my palm.

"I promise I'll be thinking about you every day that you're gone. I'll miss you so much Nash, so damn much that I'll be counting down the seconds until you come back." His eyes soften and I can tell he's a little relieved but he still looks doubtful.

"Do you really promise that when I come back, everything won't be completely different between us? I guess I'm just scared that you'll lose your feelings for me because I'm not around." He admits, looking away from me. His hands rub soothing circles across my back as if I'm the one that needs comforting and not him.

I sit up, straddling his lap and gather his hands in mine, though mine are so much smaller than his.

"We aren't going to lose this connection," I pause to press a kiss to one of his knuckles, "we're going to text non-stop and call every night before we go to bed. I'm going to be driving myself insane counting down the days until you come back. You're going to go to North Carolina and see your friends and family that you've been missing. You're going to see Sky and have so much fun with her. And when you get back, I'll be right here in my bed waiting for you to come over so we can cuddle." I know that he's sensitive no matter how tough and guy-ish he tries to act, and I can visibly see my words calming him.

I lean in and rest my forehead against his for extra measure, "I promise." I say before pressing my lips against his.

After reassuring Nash about three more times that we'll be the same and us eating eggs that we both helped make, Nash has to leave. He holds my hand tight in his as I trail behind him to the front door. He stops just in front of the door and turns around to me.

"I guess I'll see you when I get back." He says glumly, his arms wrapping around my waist as he pulls me into a warm embrace. He presses his lips to mine one last time and I bring one hand up to pull his head farther down to me. He moans into the kiss as I deepen it, my tongue darting into his mouth. It's an amazing kiss and I don't want it to end. Especially since now it will be a while before I get another one from him.

"Goodbye Nash." I gasp as we both pull away, his hands still pressing into my back to hold my body up against his.

"Goodbye Jasmine." He murmurers, gliding his lips along my jawline then down the side of my neck before he relaxes some so that I am no longer being held up by him and standing on my tip toes, but now standing normally with the distance between us growing as he lets go of me completely.

He presses a kiss to my forehead before opening the door and walking out to his car.

It's so upsetting to watch him leave. I know he will be coming back but watching him walk away and knowing I won't see him for a while is awfully difficult to deal with. I try to think forward to when he returns but my mind has other plans as a tear rolls down my cheek and I consider how far away from now the day he will be returning is.

He's coming back but he'll be gone far to long for me to handle.

Three and a half weeks is a long time...