I found Nash last night. It really wasn’t too hard. His mom had no clue where he was, but I did. I found him in our favorite spot on the other side of the lake. The same spot that we used to spend hours at when we were kids. The same spot he had led me to last year when he wanted our relationship to be taken a step further.
He was heartbroken. That was the only word that I could use to truly describe him right now. Mariah screwed him over royally, making him think that little boy was his. She must not have thought he would ever question it. I guess that’s why she was trying to blame me.
I sat there with him and let him cry on my shoulder, and that was all I could do. I had no idea how to make things better; I guess only time would be able to do that. Callie was wrong. I didn’t let myself get caught up in the moment, because I didn’t have any of those types of feelings for Nash. I wasn’t ping-ponging back and forth between him and Justin. Justin was it for me. If Nash thought that things could work for us since Mariah was out of the picture, he didn’t let on. I’m sure he hadn’t even considered it yet, and I hoped he didn’t.
Justin pulled into his driveway, turning off the car and ran around to open my door. “Are we stopping so you can change?”
He reached a hand in to help me out of the car and opened the back door to take out a few bags. “Nope. We’re having our date here tonight.” He grinned, grabbing my hand with his free one, and pulled me into his house.
“Okay.” I tried keeping the smile out of my voice, but it was impossible. I knew tonight would be the night. I actually started to get nervous. This time around was different. “What do you—”
My voice cut off as I stepped inside, Justin pushing back against the door so I could pass by him. “What in the world is this?” I scanned his living room, not able to see a single piece of furniture because they were all covered by blankets and sheets. This wasn’t Justin whatsoever. The mess had to be killing him, because he was seriously a neat freak.
“It’s part of our date.” He grinned, shutting the door behind us. “Come on.” He tugged on my hand, dropping to his knees once he got near the edge of where his couch normally was, and he flung back one of the sheets.
“Oh wow.” I was literally speechless after that, like no actual words could form because this man was just that amazing. No, it wasn’t one big giant mess of blankets thrown about. It was an adult-sized, inside fort that he made. For me. Pillows were piled up right in front of the TV that was also underneath the blankets, stacks of movies sat on top of the DVD player, but that wasn’t the best part. Nope. The multiple strands of colored lights that were dangling down like tiny little icicles was. The fort made me feel like a kid again, and I liked the feeling.
“Do you like it?” His dimples popped out, and I reached a hand up, tugging on his hair that he was letting grow out again.
“Um, no…I love it. This is amazing. I really don’t know how you’re going to top this one. I don’t know how you come up with these things.”
“Easy, it’s called Pinterest.”
“What? You can’t be serious.” I laughed, dropping down to sit on a pillow while he started up the TV and handed me a stack of movies.
“Completely. You wouldn’t believe the kind of shit you can find on there. I think it might be better than Google.”
“Wow, I didn’t think guys even knew about Pinterest.”
“Oh, I’m just getting started, princess.” He pushed me backward so I was flat on my back, staring down at me with those gray eyes of his and I reached up to cradle his chin in my hand.
“How did I get so lucky?”
“I ask myself that every day,” he responded before crashing his mouth against mine. I sighed at the comfort, feeling some tension leave my body, and just savored the moment with Justin, in our own private blanket fort where it felt like we were worlds away from everyone.
It was an assault, and there was no way in hell I was putting up any resistance. His tongue invaded my mouth after forcing my lips apart. Whom was I kidding? There was no force needed, but Justin normally liked to think there was, so I let him.
He pulled away, holding my lower lip between his teeth, before he slowly released me. I couldn’t form any words, and even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to get them out anyway. That kiss had stolen all of the air from my lungs. And he knew it.
“I’m gonna give you a minute.”