Niklaus Wade
"Come closer, you're warm," Nash, nickname for Gnashton, says with his face buried into the crook of my neck.
Every time I wrote his name down whenever I spoke to him, he'd kind of give me a look then he'd ask me if I ever got tired of always writing his name all the way out. I shook my head but really I did and somehow he was able to read me like I was an open book much like how I did with him and so he told me to call him Nash. When he gave me the privilege to call him something no one else got to, I blushed sheepishly as I felt giddy.
I felt like I was someone who was special to him, someone he actually valued more than anyone and anything else. Ever since that moment we shared at that birthday party, things changed if that makes any sense. Firstly, Nash wasn't too quic
