Nash's shirt is ruined but I put it back on anyway because it smells like him. My dress is wrinkled and my hair is a disaster and I definitely look like I just got thoroughly fucked. I don't care. His arms are around me. My head is on his chest. His heartbeat is steady under my ear.
"What time is it?" I ask sleepily.
He checks his phone. "Little past midnight."
"Seven more hours until we can call Casey."
"Yeah."
"Want to go again?"
He laughs, and the sound rumbles through his chest. "Give me twenty minutes."
"Deal."
But before twenty minutes is up, I'm asleep. Warm and safe and satisfied in a way I've never been before. The last thing I'm aware of is Nash pressing a kiss to my forehead.
And the quiet whisper: "Mine."
I smile in my sleep.
*His.*
Next Day
I wake up to the sound of knocking. Loud, insistent knocking on the car window. My brain is foggy, my body sore in the best way, and for a second I can't remember where I am.
Then it all comes rushing back.
The car breaking down. The confession. The sex—oh god, the sex—in the back seat of my tiny sedan.
Nash's arms are wrapped around me, his body warm beneath me. We're both still half-dressed, covered by his shirt that we'd pulled over us like a blanket, tangled together in the cramped back seat.
And someone is knocking on the window.
Panic floods through me.
"Nash," I whisper urgently, shaking his shoulder. "Nash, someone's out there."
He's awake instantly, his whole body going tense, one arm coming up protectively around me while the other reaches for, I don't know what. A weapon that isn't there.
The knocking comes again.
"Hello? Anyone in there?"
Nash relaxes slightly. "It's Casey."
"Who?"
"The mechanic." He sits up, keeping me covered. "It's okay. It's just Casey."
He rolls down the window a crack, and I bury my face in his chest because I absolutely cannot look at whoever is out there right now.
"Casey," Nash says, his voice rough with sleep.
"Nash? Jesus, man, I got your voicemail from last night. Figured I'd come out early and—" There's a pause. A long pause. "Oh. Oh shit. I'm sorry, I didn't realize you two were… I mean, I can give you some time to get, uh, properly dressed."
I want to die.
