Some ideas are mine. Everything else belongs to Veronica Roth.
As soon as I looked at his face, I spoke words I never thought I would.
"Take your shirt off, Nash," I pleaded. He looked at me like he was surprised.
"Wh-"
"Just do it, please," I collapsed my shoulders and exhaled. He thought about it for a moment and then smiled, a slow smile.
"Fine," he breathed, grabbing the hem of his shirt. "But you owe me, baby," He slipped it over his head and leaned back, satisfied.
"Theo, truth or dare?" He asked, absorbing the stares from all the girls in the room. Except me.
"Truth,"
He leaned in close to me and I saw the muscles in his shoulders ripple with every ragged breath he took. He tapped the side of my face.
"Where'd you get that bruise?"
Shit. My jacket was hanging up somewhere, so of course it was my shirt. I leaned back towards him until the distance between was the same as it was before. I brought my lips to his ear.
"No way," I whispered, dragging my shirt over my head. He looked at me and smirked. He took my hand and brought both of us up at the same time, grabbing his shirt in the progress. I had no idea what he was doing. I just grabbed my top. He said goodbye to everyone before pulling me out of the room.
He was shirtless and my top was dangling in my hand as we received looks from the non sober of the remaining group. My jacket caught my eye on the banister and I grabbed it before we exited.
"Nash, what are you doing?" I asked as he led me throughout the hallways until we were nearing the dorms. He stopped before the door, stabled himself against the wall and placed his hand on his forehead.
"Well, being drunk is not fun," He said, before collapsing on the floor. Oh, great. I leaned down and checked for a pulse. He was still alive, thank god, but he did in fact need a little help to his room. I'm really going to have to do this. Help my shirtless drunk trainer back to his room. But, not dressed like this.
"C'mon," I eased, grabbing his arm and pulling him up. He was heavy, but I was still able to get him on his feet. He shook his head and blinked. Some of the alcohol must have faded away because he looked stable.
"Can you make it back to your apartment, Nash?" I asked.
"I think," He replied, running his hand through his hair. "But I might need some help," He leaned against the wall and gave me a brilliant smile.
"Fine, wait here. I'm gonna go change," He saluted me in response and I walked quietly into the dorm room.
It was dark, but I could still make my way to my bed. As I passed the others, I heard Haley's familiar cries. It hurt to hear them, especially now when I was fully awake. I reached my bed and took off my clothes, replacing them with a baggy black t-shirt and short shorts. I decided to walk barefoot. Anything is better than those god awful heels.
I left the dorms and spotted Nash right where I left him, leaning against the wall. He led me to his apartment, stumbling a little here and there. I had to stable him a couple of times. Eventually we made it.
"Thanks," He murmured as he unlocked his door. I muttered a no problem back and started to walk back down the hallway.
But, I guess he grabbed my arm because I flung back into him. He held my chin the same way he did before and looked at me. I finally understood what Lily was talking about. The whole thing about him looking at me the way every girl wants to be looked at. Because now, I desperately wanted to pressed my lips to his.
"Don't try to remind me what happened tonight," He whispered. I nodded and his face inched close to mine. My heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest.
"I really want to kiss you," He slurred a bit. I widened my eyes and felt my breathing rate increase.
"But I'm drunk and that's no fun," He released my chin and instead, kissed me on the forehead before entering his apartment.