It's been tense in the Gray house since that day, and Nash wasn't talking to anyone, including me. He's a big baby.

We got our results, and we all passed, which meant we were going somewhere on spring break! It's better than being stuck at home, unlike Nolan, who had to stay home. It miffed Nate and Pat about the whole situation on Valentine's Day, and I couldn't blame them.

For spring break, we were going to Mexico. Since my money is still tied up and who knows when it'll be released, Nate and Pat helped me with my expenses. If that money is mine, I'll pay them back for everything - stupid, greedy birth parents.

I was packing when Nash walked into my room. He said nothing but grabbed my hand and led me out of the room. Now what?

We got into the car, and he drove to a secluded area. Once we parked, we sat there, and that wasn't uncomfortable by any means.

"I'm sorry." His words were quiet, and he was looking down with his hands on the steering wheel.

I looked at him, and all I could think was, please make my death quick.

"I know you were only looking out for me, and I took my frustration out on you."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God because I thought you would kill me, then bury me."

He looked at me and furrowed his brows.

"What? You drove me out to no-man 's-land. You could have apologized in my room."

Then he started laughing. "And, therefore, I love you."

"Better than hating me." I shrugged.

"I am sorry, though."

"I know, but you should talk to your parents. Nash, you have a gift. Don't waste it."

"I will, but right now, I want to do something else." He pulled me to him, and we started kissing. Our kissing got intense, and we both struggled to get out of our pants. Before anything happened, he made sure he wore protection. No babies here.

Before I knew it, he was inside of me and started thrusting. I let out a gasp as he went quickly. It wasn't nice and slow. I clenched his shirt as he continued to thrust inside of me over and over as he kissed me. Then I couldn't help it and let out a groan, as did he as we both exploded together.

Our breathing was heavy as he looked at me.

"I like make-up sex."

He chuckled. "Yeah, but I prefer not to have make-up sex often but nice loving sex." Nash smiled and looked at me. "I love you, Mags."

"I love you, too, Nash."

He gave me another kiss, then we got dressed, and he took us back to the house. No matter what happens, Nash would be okay, but he needed to talk to his parents.

We packed for our trip. Nolan whined about not going, but his brothers reminded him the next time he wanted to have sex, pick a girl who wouldn't have her house raided by the police. I thought that was a dumb way of putting it, but only the Grays can say something like that.

Eight of us traveled to Mexico. The four boys and the four girls. Before we left, we got a lecture from Nate and Pat to have fun but do nothing stupid. Don't go to jail, and don't get knocked up. I guess drinking wasn't a big deal to them.

We flew to a Mexican resort of sorts. Since I had never flown, this was a treat. Not only was I nervous, but I started laughing when we were landing. They thought something possessed me, except my head didn't spin around, and I didn't spew green stuff everywhere.

Once we got off the plane, I hugged the ground. Yeah, I wasn't a fan of flying. After Nash peeled me from the ground, we checked into our hotel rooms. The best part was we got to share our rooms while on our trip. Okay, I love spring break.

After getting situated, we grabbed some food. Rule of thumb if you are ever in Mexico, do not, I repeat, do not drink the water. You will spend more time in the bathroom than out of it. Yes, I learned the hard way when I drank my glass of water at dinner. Within a half-hour, my stomach was cramping, and yeah, it wasn't pretty. I thought I would die.

I spent that night getting acquainted with the porcelain throne. Please let the rest of the spring break be a lot better.

The next day, I felt a lot better. Well, that was after Nash got me something for my stomach, and I got a ribbing from the brothers for it. Good times, I tell you.

We hit the beach and had fun. The only problem is that I burn like a mofo. Even with sunblock, I fry. I always have, always will. Who the heck burns when the person has brown hair? That would be me, that's who.

Being in the sun all day, I didn't realize how red I was becoming.

"Um, Mags, we should go in," Nash said.

"Nash, I'm having fun."

"Yeah, but your skin doesn't look too good," Noah commented on the redness of my skin.

"It's fine. Really," I reassured the brothers.

"Oh, yeah." Nixon pressed on my skin.

I screamed. "Why did you do that?"

"Well, considering you look like a lobster, I was proving a point." he smirked.

I glared at him.

"Come on, red lobster. Let's go back to the room." Nash guided me back without touching me.

Once we got back to the room, he bought me some Solarcaine, and I stripped off all of my clothes. God, I was so burnt. He applied the goo to my skin and lathered me. So much for romance.

It looks like I wouldn't be leaving my room for two days.

The next couple of days, I stayed in my room alone. I wasn't going to make Nash stay and not have any fun. Yes, yes, I was. You know, misery loves company.

I got stuck watching some Spanish shows on TV. That would be fine and all if I knew Spanish, but I didn't. I took French. I must admit Spanish soap operas are funny because they're so dramatic.

As I laid there watching things I didn't understand, Nash came in. He stopped and looked at the TV. "What are you watching?"

"A Spanish soap opera. Javier found out Maria was having an affair with his brother Jose and might be pregnant."

"How do you know that?"

"I'm guessing." I grinned.

Nash gave me a look and rolled his eyes. "How's the burn?"

"Hurts."

"Okay, let me lather you again." He grabbed the Solarcaine and squeezed a bunch into his palm. He climbed on the bed and started applying it all over. It would be hot if I didn't hurt so much.

As he made his way down my body, his hand caressed my inner thigh. Screw the pain. I was getting hot and bothered. My lower half twitched. He glanced at me. "Someone is excited."

"Who? Me? Psh, no."

He went back to rubbing the goo on me, and every time he touched my inner thigh, my body reacted. "Hmm, you sure?"

"Yep, I'm sure."

Then hand grazed my nether regions, and I let out a soft moan.

"Well, your body is telling me otherwise." He smirked. Curse your body.

He sat up and pushed down his shorts, and reached for protection. I whimpered at seeing this. Being already naked and beet red, he couldn't see me blush. He moved my legs apart and positioned himself in between them. Then he slid into me. I let out a moan. I also tried not to move too much so my skin didn't hurt.

As he thrust inside me, my whole body felt hot, hot from the sun, and hot from Nash. He was careful not to touch me as he pushed inside of me, causing me to let out a loud moan as I found my release, and he followed suit.

"Damn, that was hot."

"You're telling me."

We couldn't help but laugh at the irony of it all.

After two days, I was no longer in pain, but I looked utterly ridiculous. I got to endure teasing from the boys because of my redness.

If I ever get married, I'm never going to Mexico or any tropical climate ever.

The rest of the spring break was beautiful, and Nash and I got acquainted frequently. Good thing he brought a lot of protection and none of us got arrested. Thank God.