Niklaus Wade
Nash wraps his arms around my waist and slides me closer to him, keeping his strong arms around me. I can see the veins on his arms, his biceps flexing just slightly.
I can see Caspian rolling his eyes in his seat as his eyes go back to his phone to do whatever he was originally doing. Usually, I'd shrink back and self consciously avert my eyes but in Nash's arms where I felt completely safe, the only thing I can do is fold myself into his gentle hold, ignoring Caspian entirely.
"We need to talk about last night," Elijah says, sitting up with a serious face, "since someone thinks it's okay to not obey rules, your curfew is now seven o clock."
Caspian rips his eyes off his phone as his eyes widen and he sits up immediately while Nash continues to nonchalantly
