"So, you're legal now..." he says as his breath lingers on my shoulder.
"I am...And taken." I say moving away from him.
"C'mon Lex, stop denying the attraction between us, the sexual frustration, the flirtatious attitude... You like me." he smirks, putting his hands in his pocket.
"You know I'm with Gilinsky. I can't do this Skate." I whine, trying to get away.
"Forget him." he says as he pulls me in.
"I can't do that Skate!" I raise my voice.
"Shhh!" he says as he pulls our bodies together. "Call me Nate, babe." he whispers.
A compilation of imagines that I've written from my tumblr account about the Omaha boys. Also, the reader is named Y/N (your name) & I'm too lazy to edit it.
J. Gilinsky | J. Swift | S. Wilkinson | J. Johnson | N. Maloley (in that order)
( * ) are smuts