I opened the door to find the boys staring at the tv. Except it was off. "Nash." Cameron smiles. I don't smile back. "I think it's time you told us what happened to Skylar Nash."
Oh no. What do I say? There's a chance she'll never remember us? Or she'll be fine in like a few days? "What's to say? She has memory loss." I shrug. Matt groans. "That's not what we meant and you know that."
"Look. I'm-" Cameron cuts me off. "Tired, we get it. Let's just talk about it. Nash stop being so damn stubborn." Ouch. No one apparently has any sympathy towards me.
"Ya know if you're so interested in Skylar just ask her yourself." I snap and walk up the stairs. I grit my teeth as I slam the door. It makes a loud bang and Skylar jumps up.
Shit. I woke her up. Her hair is messy she looks confused and scared. I just want to kiss her. "Sorry." I whisper and pull my shirt off. I feel her watching me. I bite back my smirk and kick off my jeans, slipping under the sheets. It's cold on my side but I feel her radiating heat.
I turn on my side to face her. "Did I wake you?" I ask. "Nah. I barely slept. Kept getting nightmares." I frown. What would she have bad dreams about? "What about?" I question. "There's this boy. I don't know who. We start talking and he's really sweet. Then it always ends the same way. We both end up committing suicide. Weird right?" She raises her eyebrow.
Carter. I shouldn't bring it up. "Just a question what did the boy look like?" "He had black hair, he was Asian, brown eyes. He said he was gay. Why?" I take in a sharp breath. Yup. It's Carter. I feel tears in my eyes but I blink them away.
"Just wondering." I say. "So apart from your bad dreams how are you feeling?" I say, desperate to change the subject. "Great." She smiles. "Ya I have that effect on ladies." I joke and flex my arm. She laughs and slaps my hand but in her eyes I can see she wasn't joking.
"Are you always this flirtatious?" "Only with the people I like." I wink. In the dark I can still see the red of her cheeks. As she tries to play it off with a giggle. "I can be flirtatious too." She says, "really? Try me." She laughs "Ya know you're face. I like it." I laugh.
Is she for real? "Are you serious?" I laugh even harder as she nods. "It's better than you flexing nothing." I stop laughing. "Nothing?" I gasp. She nods laughing. "I have bigger muscles than you." She lifts her tiny arm. "I'm not even flexing yet." I laugh and put my arm up too.
My arm is obviously bigger. We laugh at our silliness. "Fine you can win this one." She sighs. I laugh. "Glad we could decide on something." I reply.
I open my eyes to find Skylar, cuddled into my chest. My cheeks warm up and I don't want to move. I want this moment to last forever. Her beautiful brown hair covering her face, but you could still see the paleness of her face. I find myself playing with her hair. I wish she would wake up.
Her lips slowly part, and her eyes flutter open. I now realize how much I missed looking into them. "You're such a creep." She croaks. Her morning voice was so sexy. It was raspy and just a bit lower than her normal voice. It was just…UGH!
"I'm sorry. You're just so beautiful." I smile. Her pale face reddens as she crawls out of bed, stretching her small limbs. The shirt reaches right above her knees, giving me Avery good view of her legs. I bit my lip. She was so sexy. The way she walked. The way she talked. It was all so sexy. And I have a fresh start to make her mine. "Stop checking me out."
Her voice snaps me out of it as she walks into the bathroom. Don't follow her. Don't. I fight down the urge and turn on the TV instead.
"Nash!" She called out. "Yeah?" "Can I have a towel and stuff." I get up and walk out the door going to the broom closet. I pulled a towel out and walked back into the room. Should I walk in? "Come in." I now realize I had knocked. You can do this Nash. I twist the doorknob and push it open. I open my eyes to find Skylar. In her underwear and bra. My gaze travels down and I can feel my erection growing. "Shit." I breathe and run out. I hop into bed, burying my head in the pillow. No matter how hard I pressed it, I could still feel the hotness of my cheek and my ever present erection as the image of her amazing body would not erase.
I could hear her footsteps as the bed sunk beside me. I could sense she was there, her giggles filling the quiet room. "You okay?" She asks, running a hand through my hair.
She giggles. What the fuck did I just do? My cheeks heat up more as I realize that a low deep moan had escaped past my lips. Nice. Just great. "I'm just fine." Managed to choke out, I keep my mouth shut trying to keep in the other moans. "I'm gonna go shower." She mumbles and walks out.
Oh gosh. This'll be awkward.