here, right beside you in your bed, lays the one and only, Nash, who by now is completely knocked out.

gosh, you'd be lying if you said that he isn't looking extremely good right now.

shirtless, wet hair and a pretty face.

about two hours ago he showed up by your front door, drunk and wasted.

with his hair a mess from the rain and his shirt half unbuttoned, the word "please," kept slipping out of his mouth.

and finally, you gave in.

just as you let him inside your apartment, he gave you a hug. a long, long hug. unexpected? very.

ten minutes later, you two had made your way over to your bathroom, where you ran him a warm bath.

you wanted to leave him inside there alone to himself, but you simply just couldn't. cause' what if he'd accidentally drown himself? you couldn't take that risk.

and now the thought of how he stared down at you as you unbuttoned his shirt, yeah, that will definitely haunt you for the rest of your life.

you study his face. you've never been this close to him, like ever.