Getting Under Nathan

18: "I'm always right."

Chapter 18 - "I'm always right."

I woke up to sunlight streaming through a crack in the curtains. When I went to roll over, a heavy arm was pinning me down. Twisting my neck, I observed Nathan lying on his side facing me, his right arm draped over my waist. He looked so peaceful sleeping that I didn't want to move for fear of waking him up. I should have told him about Pedro. Maybe my friendship with Pedro wasn't a big deal to me, but the fact I was close friends with a boy who Nathan didn't know about would understandably make Nathan uncomfortable. I should have considered that.

Rolling over, I snuggled closer to him. His arm subconsciously pulled me closer, holding me tightly against his body. I'd never realized Nathan had the same insecurities about our relationship as I did. He always appeared to be the calm one, the one who was secure about our relationship. Was he not being as open about his worries as I was?

"Morning," he mumbled.

"You awake?" I whispered.

"Mmhm," he replied, rolling onto his back and stretching. "What time is it?"

"It's just gone eight," I said, snuggling closer and resting my head on his chest.

Nathan's hand moved up to gently caress my hair. "I don't know why you're getting comfy," he told me. "We've got a big day ahead of us."

"Where to first?" I murmured sleepily, nestling my head further into his chest.

"I was thinking that we could head out to Notre Dame early," Nathan said. "Then we'll hopefully beat the rest of the tourists?"

"Sounds good," I yawned.

"We'll finish the day at Montmartre. And do you know what's so great about Montmartre?" Nathan asked me, tugging at my hair playfully.

"What?"

"You get an amazing view of the city, plus you can see the Eiffel Tower."

"Ah," I smiled. "Whereas if we went to the Eiffel Tower to get a view of the city then we wouldn't be able to see it because we'd be standing on it."

"Exactly," he grinned, kissing my forehead. "I think of everything, don't I?"

"You certainly do."

"Come on," he said, sitting up, forcing me to sit up too. "Get dressed and then let's get a move on."

"What do I wear?" I asked, strolling tiredly over to my suitcase.

"No doubt you've packed ten times as much as you actually need," Nathan said. "Right, you go and use the bathroom and I'll find you something to wear."

"What's the rush?"

"I want to beat the crowds. We're in Paris on a Saturday and this is supposed to be romantic, not a hassle."

"Okay," I conceded, heading towards the bathroom.

After giving my face a decent wash and then applying some complementary moisturiser that was sitting on the shelf above the sink, I headed back into the bedroom, freezing immediately when I saw Nathan.

He was standing by my suitcase, an amused expression on his face, as he dangled the fluffy blindfold from one finger.

"I told you to pack essentials," he smirked. "Is this an essential?"

I stumbled over my words for a good few seconds before I managed to successfully articulate a proper sentence.

"They might be," I said stubbornly, trying my very hardest not to get embarrassed. It was far too early in the morning to be talking about this kind of stuff. "You never know what surprises I might have planned for you."