Zach’s chuckle is like melted caramel. Warm. Sweet. I can’t get enough.
It lands on my lips as our mouths meet again. And even though we are careful not to let things get out of hand, wow, is that a challenge.
His mouth is like my long lost friend.
It feels like I’ve been missing this my whole life.
How is that even possible?
And why do I feel like I could just cry right now?
When he pulls back with a grunt, it takes every ounce of will not to lunge after him. Tackle him. Perched on this step, the laws of physics would be on my side.
But I keep my feet planted, and when his hands fall from my hips, I clench my own hands so I don’t snatch his back.
Zach cocks his head to the side. “You okay, Greta?”
You mean aside from contemplating launching myself at you and having my way with you on the kitchenette floor?
Instead of treating him to this frightening glimpse into my mind, I nod. “Yeah. You?”
One side of his mouth hitches. He takes a step back and drags a hand—is it shaking?— down his face.
Damn, that’s hot.
“I will be,” he says with a smirk.
I force myself to retreat, climbing the second step.
He answers the move with one of his own, putting about another foot between us.
I’m looking down at him. He’s staring up at me, and it’s the look on his face—the openness, the hope—that squeezes my heart.
“Goodnight, Greta.”
“Goodnight, Zach.”
I slip into my side of the fifth wheel and shut the bathroom door behind me. I stand there with my hands pressed to the flimsy door and silently mouth:
Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod
I can’t even whisper for fear he’ll hear me through the paper-thin door. But did that really just happen?
We’re taking it slow?
Does that mean we’re a thing?
It sure as hell means things have changed…
And isn’t that a mindfuck?
In a pretty serious haze, I get ready for bed, putting on my pajamas, removing my contacts, taking down my hair. Freezing in place every minute or so as my body and mind remember little details about the day.
About Zach.
His hissed-in breath whenever I deepened our kiss.
The look in his eyes when he pressed his lips to my hand.
