Page 45 of Remember Me?

He wasn’t pleased to see Max’s head on her shoulder, and yet, even angry, the curve of his lip pulled upward. He was still so handsome, a thunderous expression on his beautiful face. She shakes her head, trying to look serious as he approaches, matching his energy.

"It’s time to go."Max pops up at Graham's announcement.

"No way Graham! Rematch! Winner takes all!" He says.

"Okay then, the winner gets to take Melody home," Nash announces, his arms crossed over his chest, pulling himself to his full height.

"Ok, 2 out of 3 games wins." Max lays out the rules

"Deal"

Alright, so at this point, things were getting a little out of hand. Initially, she thought everyone was having a good time, but now, they are in deep competition mode, and she doesn't find it amusing. Part of her enjoyed the attention they were both paying her, but now that it's overt, she just wants to hide.

Nash has an intensity to him that she only sees when he really, really wants something. She has seen that look on him only a handful of times, and usually, she ends up with an earth-shattering orgasm.

Sadly, she doesn’t think that is the case here. However, there may be some hidden areas around here where he may be willing to accommodate her seemingly insatiable appetite. She had no idea where this was coming from. Intimacy was always difficult for her. Duke was easy. Straight missionary most nights, limited foreplay, mostly a ‘wam- bam-thankyou ma'am, now let's get something to eat’ kind of situation. But she hasn't even had sex with Nash yet, and he has her surveying the room for darkened alcoves to get a taste.

She was so screwed.

As if sensing her thoughts on him, Nash glances her way, giving her a winning smile and a wink. Marisol and Theo come by to stand next to her. Watching the guys play skee ball competitively was, actually, quite hilarious. They were so into it. She couldn't help but laugh at Marisol's cackle every time Nash winds up his ball, is just perfect.

"Get yourself a drink, girl. This doesn't look like it's going to end anytime soon." She was right; they were still arguing about the point system. She wandered around the arcade, drink in hand, with Marisol.

"So Marisol, how are things going with Theo? Don't think I forgot." Marisol blushes, like a full-on, genuine blush.

"It's good. I'm having some fun before I have to leave." She says almost sadly. She sighs dramatically. She looks around, making sure she can't be overheard and stage whispers. "Literally, the best sex of my life."

Melody throws her head back and laughs. "You're 19. How much sex could you possibly have had."

"Enough to know that most guys have no idea how to make a girl come." She huffs out, eyes following Theo hungrily. A triumphant roar fills the building, followed by a round of applause. The boys had a crowd gathered around them.

"Looks like someone came out the victor," Marisol says, Rustling Melody through the commotion. Her heart beating furiously. She really hoped that the roar belonged to Nash. Max approaches her first, his shoulders drooping dejectedly.

"Well, I guess that's it for tonight, huh?” He starts to walk her out the door. "Can we go out for ice cream again sometime? I really enjoy your company, Melody. And this was fun." He stops just before they pass the threshold.

"Well, I'm not entirely sure when I will be heading back home, but maybe we could squeeze it in." She says as an arm drops over her shoulder. Nash's happy grin appears before her, dimples and all.

"Ready?" He asks her."Bye, Max." Max does not look happy to let her go, but he does.

Marisol follows behind Nash."We are just gonna drop you off, Theo and I. We are gonna go hang out." Melody gives Marisol a knowing grin.

"Enjoy that, " she says, scooting into the back seat with Nash while Marisol and Theo take the front seat.

The car goes quiet as Marisol fumbles with the music. She can feel the heat radiating off Nash's body as he scoots closer to her, his hand resting next to hers.

They don't say anything. They really don't need to. He pulls his hand onto hers, fingers interlocking perfectly. She stares down at their intertwined fingers, his large, tanned hand swallowing her smaller one.

She feels safe. She feels at ease, like all's right with the world. Sitting in the backseat of Marisol's car, holding hands with a boy she likes. Her heartbeat flutters as he looks at her, a goofy smile on his face. And it’s true, at least for now. All truly is right in the world.

Chapter Thirteen

Nash

So, he may have been a bit overzealous today, overcompensating for the fact that he can't have Melody in public. He can't hold her hand, kiss her cheek, or move her hair out of her face. He can barely hold a conversation with her without making it clear as day that he is, for lack of a better word, smitten.

This is getting harder. Should it be getting harder?

As the weeks went by, he thought things would be easier for them, that sneaking around would be easy. But it's far from easy. He actively seeks her out when she is in the room, trying to be around her when he knows he shouldn't, but he can't help it.

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