Breathing hard, Nash dropped a fist either side of my head. “Okay?” With him ripping my clothes off in the dark? That was a hard yes, but I knew what he was really asking and it fuckin’ killed me that in a moment that probably felt like jumping off a sky-high cliff, he was thinking of me. I grasped his hips and flipped us, putting him on his back, the thud echoing in the silent flat, his face illuminated by the noted TV. His eyes blazing as I pinned his arms over his head. I squeezed his wrists, my body wedged between his legs. “We need to wake her up.” Chest heaving, Nash held my gaze. “Yeah.
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