The High School Jock Is My Neighbour! (Narry/Nuke)

sixty nine.

I was nervous. Fuck that. I was petrified.

My knee bounced up and down nervously as I sat at the table with my dad, waiting for the last of our guests to arrive.

Waiting for him to arrive.

I took a quick sip of water, my throat feeling dry and thick as I gulped down the liquid, slightly regretting having come down to the restaurant before having seen him.

I had returned back to my room not long after I had left, making sure to give myself enough space from Harry.

I was quiet when I entered the room, finding it exactly as it had been before our heated session. Harry had even gone as far as to make the bed before leaving which made me smile.

I glanced up at my dad, seeing him laughing with his friends, paying absolutely no attention to me as the slight panic of seeing Harry started to creep in.

I fixed my neck tie for the tenth time in the last fifteen minutes, feeling like I was beginning to sweat underneath all my layers.

I removed my jacket, placing it on the back of my chair, checking for any sweat patches under my arms.

Maybe if I was quick enough, I could make it to the exit and excuse myself for the night before he arrived.

But luck never seemed to be on my side, so why should it start now, right?

I felt his eyes on me before I even saw him, my skin prickling as I stilled in my chair.

I didn't want to make it obvious that I knew he was here, but I couldn't stop myself searching around the room, my breath hitching as blue eyes finally met green.

My cheeks instantly flushed as I took him in, watching him walking in to the restaurant, my mouth watering at the sight of him. Alone.

It became clear fairly quickly that I wasn't the only one who's head turned as he slowly walked over, catching the attention of quite a few of the other diners as well.

But I wasn't jealous. Not with the way his eyes were trained on me.

He gave me a knowing smirk, his green eyes twinkling in the distance as he headed over towards the table.

Towards me.

I quickly turned back around to face the table, downing what little water I had left in my glass as he finally arrived at the seat beside mine.

I glanced down at the table, my palms clamy as I fidgeted with the edge of the white table cloth between my fingers.

I could still feel his eyes on me but I refused to look up and face the beautiful man standing beside me.

So I turned my head, glancing around the room to look for something- anything- in this large crowded room that could be remotely interesting, feeling like an absolute idiot while doing so.

I felt the chair beside me being pulled out as he sat down, clearing his throat softly.

I stilled, my heart racing as I clamped my legs together tightly, moving them away from any potential wandering hands that might occur, even though I wanted nothing more than to have his hands on me again.

His hands, his mouth, his thick, rock hard...

I pinched my leg, scolding myself in my seat. The restaurant was most certainly not the time or place to be thinking such thoughts.

"Aren't you going to say hello?" I heard his hushed voice near my ear.

I closed my eyes, willing myself get my shit together as his voice sent a shiver down my body.