lava sounds more like it. Play with fire, Abigail, and your ass will get burned.
“I take it that you weren’t expecting me to respond like that?”
Damn! Now he’s even reading my mind? Should I wave the all-too-familiar red flag and forget about him altogether? Or wave the white flag and surrender to the nirvana of these new feelings that I experience only around him? I am so out of my element right now. And I’m too fragile to play with fire or get close to an unpredictable volcano. Hell, as a Scorpio I am just as volcanic.
“No, I wasn’t,” I finally replied.
“You pondered that question for a while. Out of curiosity, if I was to give you a red flag and a white flag, which would you prefer?”
I gasped loudly and jumped up. He got up behind me and asked what the matter was.
“Nothing. I need something to drink.”
“So we’ll come back to the questions later?”
“Please!” I replied almost immediately.
I went to the kitchen to get a cup of water and offer Zach a drink. He asked for wine.
“Red or white?” I asked. I immediately laughed out loud, which made him look at me bemusedly.
“Yet another red or white option,” I said.
“I don’t get it, Abi.”
I walked over to the bar and explained to him that I had internally asked myself if I wanted to raise a red flag or a white flag. And, almost instantly, he’d asked me the same thing out loud, just as the thought had left my mind.
“So that’s why you jumped up like that,” he said with relief. “White,” he finally said, coming over to the bar. “And which option have you opted for?” He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck.
I sighed deeply and broke away from his grip. He took the bottle of white wine from me and opened it with the corkscrew that I pulled from behind the bar. I grabbed two glasses and sat them on the bar. He smiled and said, “Then white it is,” and began filling our glasses.
We went through a bottle of white wine and two Perfect Angel shots each while we talked. In the middle of our conversation, his phone rang, and he looked down to see the number on the caller ID. He looked back up at me and said, “It’s her.”
“Her who?”
“Taylor. The girl from last night.”
I grabbed his phone and put it on speaker, and he answered, “What is it, Taylor?”
“Hey, Zach,” Taylor said.
“No. It’s Abigail. What do you want with him?”
She paused for a while, probably in shock that I was on the other end.
“I called for Zach, so why are you answering his phone like you’re his secretary or something?” she finally asked.
“I am well aware that you called for Zach, but you got me instead. Can I help you with something, Taylor?”
“Put Zach on the phone.”
“That’s not going to happen. But you are more than welcome to talk to me.”
“Put Zach on the phone,” she said again, this time yelling.
“OK,” I said.
Now maybe it was all the wine and shots I had drank that made me jokingly straddle Zach and kiss him so that Taylor could hear through the phone, but things got heated, really fast, between us, and that silly joke turned into something special that I wasn’t expecting. I felt him get hard beneath me, and I moaned deeply into his mouth.
“Zach! Zach!” Taylor called through the phone that we had so quickly forgotten about.
Zach took the phone from my hand that was behind his head and hung it up. We continued kissing, unhurriedly, and roaming our hands over each other’s bodies. His phone rang again, and a quick glare showed that it was Taylor again.
“Fuck that phone,” Zach said with his tongue in my mouth.
He felt and tasted so damn good. He put his hands in my hair, yanked it back gently, and took my neck in his mouth.
Oh God. Is this really happening? After nearly three and a half years, I’m finally going to give in and give it up to someone? And the way he makes my body feel, why not let it be him?
He drew my face in with his hands, looked me
“I take it that you weren’t expecting me to respond like that?”
Damn! Now he’s even reading my mind? Should I wave the all-too-familiar red flag and forget about him altogether? Or wave the white flag and surrender to the nirvana of these new feelings that I experience only around him? I am so out of my element right now. And I’m too fragile to play with fire or get close to an unpredictable volcano. Hell, as a Scorpio I am just as volcanic.
“No, I wasn’t,” I finally replied.
“You pondered that question for a while. Out of curiosity, if I was to give you a red flag and a white flag, which would you prefer?”
I gasped loudly and jumped up. He got up behind me and asked what the matter was.
“Nothing. I need something to drink.”
“So we’ll come back to the questions later?”
“Please!” I replied almost immediately.
I went to the kitchen to get a cup of water and offer Zach a drink. He asked for wine.
“Red or white?” I asked. I immediately laughed out loud, which made him look at me bemusedly.
“Yet another red or white option,” I said.
“I don’t get it, Abi.”
I walked over to the bar and explained to him that I had internally asked myself if I wanted to raise a red flag or a white flag. And, almost instantly, he’d asked me the same thing out loud, just as the thought had left my mind.
“So that’s why you jumped up like that,” he said with relief. “White,” he finally said, coming over to the bar. “And which option have you opted for?” He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck.
I sighed deeply and broke away from his grip. He took the bottle of white wine from me and opened it with the corkscrew that I pulled from behind the bar. I grabbed two glasses and sat them on the bar. He smiled and said, “Then white it is,” and began filling our glasses.
We went through a bottle of white wine and two Perfect Angel shots each while we talked. In the middle of our conversation, his phone rang, and he looked down to see the number on the caller ID. He looked back up at me and said, “It’s her.”
“Her who?”
“Taylor. The girl from last night.”
I grabbed his phone and put it on speaker, and he answered, “What is it, Taylor?”
“Hey, Zach,” Taylor said.
“No. It’s Abigail. What do you want with him?”
She paused for a while, probably in shock that I was on the other end.
“I called for Zach, so why are you answering his phone like you’re his secretary or something?” she finally asked.
“I am well aware that you called for Zach, but you got me instead. Can I help you with something, Taylor?”
“Put Zach on the phone.”
“That’s not going to happen. But you are more than welcome to talk to me.”
“Put Zach on the phone,” she said again, this time yelling.
“OK,” I said.
Now maybe it was all the wine and shots I had drank that made me jokingly straddle Zach and kiss him so that Taylor could hear through the phone, but things got heated, really fast, between us, and that silly joke turned into something special that I wasn’t expecting. I felt him get hard beneath me, and I moaned deeply into his mouth.
“Zach! Zach!” Taylor called through the phone that we had so quickly forgotten about.
Zach took the phone from my hand that was behind his head and hung it up. We continued kissing, unhurriedly, and roaming our hands over each other’s bodies. His phone rang again, and a quick glare showed that it was Taylor again.
“Fuck that phone,” Zach said with his tongue in my mouth.
He felt and tasted so damn good. He put his hands in my hair, yanked it back gently, and took my neck in his mouth.
Oh God. Is this really happening? After nearly three and a half years, I’m finally going to give in and give it up to someone? And the way he makes my body feel, why not let it be him?
He drew my face in with his hands, looked me
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