Unconditional [Sequel to Broken: Nash Grier]

Sorry

CHAPTER 12:

(Delaney's POV)

I woke up to the sounds of seagulls outside my window. I reached over to grab my phone to check the time, and my hands picked up a substance that felt like sand between my fingers.

I opened my eyes slowly to see the beach before me, the horizon spotted orange and pink as the sun rose up. I panicked at first, trying to remember how I got here.

A light snore behind me startled me. I shifted around to look back at the source of the noise; Nash.

And then I remembered how I had gotten into this situation. I can't believe we fell asleep on the beach together..

Shit..

He stirred next to me, making the blankets pull slightly off of me. His eyes fluttered open and he looked just as confused as I was to see me. A sudden smile spread across his face as he propped himself up next to me.

"We stayed out all night.." he stated, a slow smile spread across his face.

I started to smile too as realization hit me. It soon turned into a gentle giggle and then built as he joined me.

"We're crazy, oh my gosh. I've never slept on a beach before." I said as my hand played around with the tips of his hair.

"Neither have I.. But I liked it a lot.. Especially being here with you."

I felt a blush creep onto my face as he stared intently into my eyes. I don't think words could express how much I missed the blue of his eyes, as they tenderly gazed into mine.

"It's been a long 24 hours." I laughed gently, recalling that just yesterday we had confessed this whole mess up to one another.

"Indeed, it has been." he laughed.

"What time is it, by the way?" I asked as I reached for my phone. Nash beat me to it.

"6:53." he said.

"Why the heck are we up?" I giggled at our weirdness. "This is much too early for me to be functioning."

"Well we have shooting at 12:30 later today. I could drive you home so you could get some proper sleep before then." he offered as he stood up.

"Would you?" I asked with a smile.

"Of course I would." he extended a hand out towards me and I eagerly grabbed it and pulled myself up.

He picked up the blankets and my purse and led the way back up to his car, me trailing right behind.

I suddenly felt self-conscious, realizing that my hair probably looked like a rats nest, I had on the same clothes as yesterday, and my makeup was most likely smudged everywhere.

My suspicions were confirmed as we made it to his car and I glanced in the car window. I groaned, and Nash looked up at me expectantly.

"What's wrong?"

"I look atrocious." I said as I gestured to my mane and disheveled clothes.

A small smirk played across his face as he basically checked me out, his eyes seemingly not missing an inch of my body.

"I think you look hot." he said simply before slipping into his car and shutting the door. The sound of his car starting up soon followed.

I reached for the handle, trying to hide my smirk as I sat down on the leather seat.

"Care for a morning beverage before I drop you back home mademoiselle?" he asked in a horrible French accent.

"Look at you! Is that the only word you remember from the 3 years of French class you took?" I pinched his cheek and he let out a hearty laugh.