Page 58 of Electric Touch
“Wow, that’s early,” he mutters.
“I’ll have to go home and change and grab everything I need before I get to the college.”
“It’s fine,” he laughs. “It’ll do me good to get up early. I’ll get more stuff done.”
“What is it you have to do?”
“I don’t know,” he grins. “I’ll think of something. Don’t worry about it.” He sets the alarm and puts his phone on his bedside table, then turns back to me.
Nash lifts his arm as he lies back so I can roll into him. He holds me so my head rests on his chest and I put my hand on his stomach. This doesn’t feel like a one-night stand. Part of me isn’t so sure it’s a good idea for it not to be, but I’m so comfortable in his arms. My eyes drift shut and my body relaxes enough that I fall asleep.
Nash lets me get the first shower after the alarm wakes us. He slips into sweatpants and heads to the kitchen after assuring me Dylan won’t be up this early. I shower quickly, using his shower gel, the scent so familiar to me now, after last night.
There was nothing awkward about him when we woke up. No nervous morning after. He brushed my hair back and kissed my forehead before offering to make me breakfast, which I had to decline because I wouldn’t have time for it.
Once I’m dressed, I grab my shoes and head out to the living room. Nash is leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping from a mug with a picture of a cat wearing a Santa hat.
“I figured you wouldn’t have time for a drink, but I made you this.” He turns to the counter and points to a travel mug with steam rising from it. “Coffee,” he says. “There is milk and sugar here if you need it.”
“Black is great, thank you.”
He pushes off the counter and puts his hand on the back of my head, then kisses me again. He tastes like milky coffee. Not unpleasant. Plus, it sends electric tingles running down my arms and into my fingertips. I moan as his tongue probes my mouth and I open up for him. Just as it is getting too hot to stop, a throat clears and I pull back and look around at Nash’s brother.
He’s wearing plaid pyjama pants and a white t-shirt. His hair is messy, standing up on one side of his head, and he’s looking at us with lifted brows. His eyes flick from me to Nash and back again.
“Hi,” he says, a grin spreading. “Nice to see you again.”
“You too,” I say, not letting him intimidate or embarrass me. Not sure if that is his intention, but I won’t let it bother me if it is.
“You’re up early,” Nash says to him with an arched brow. He hasn’t let go of me, one hand on my hip. Over my head, some weird, silent brotherly conversation goes on.
None of my business. “I better go,” I say, stepping back and reaching for the cup of coffee. I set the lid on it. Nash follows me to the door, crowding behind me.
“Bye,” Dylan smirks. “See you again, soon I’m sure.”
Nash ushers me out into the hallway before I can respond. He’s barefoot and shirtless and I can’t stop my eyes running over his chest.
“Sorry, I didn’t think he’d drag his ass out of bed this early. Dylan’s a nosey little shit.”
“It’s okay. Thank you for the coffee.”
Nash leans down to kiss me. “I should get dressed and get you a cab.”
“I’m fine. I know you don’t get up this early, but thousands of other New Yorkers do.” I put a hand against his chest. It’s smooth and warm, and I can’t help but trail my fingers over it. When I look back up, he’s smirking at me. “You were humouring me getting up this early. Go back to bed.”
“With him waiting in there,” he groans. “Not likely.”
“Are we having a guitar lesson here at the weekend?”
“We are,” he grins. “Don’t worry, I’ll get rid of him.”
“It’s his home. You can’t force him to leave.”
“He can stay if he wants, but I’m not just teaching you how to play guitar,” he says in a low voice. He pushes his hand underneath my hair at the nape of my neck and pulls me into him. His teeth graze my bottom lip. “So if he wants to be around to hear that.”
I want to tell him that won’t be happening. We have a lesson. Instead, I kiss him, gripping onto his arms as he gets a handful of my ass. I’m almost lost in him when I remember why we’re standing out in this hallway. I push off his chest and step back, leaving him disappointed. He’s not the only one.
He is still there, watching as the elevator doors close. I tip my head back against the wall and close my eyes. I shouldn’t be thinking about it right now.