about right,” Zack said, reaching out
and taking my hands in his. I hadn’t realized how much they were shaking until
I had Zack’s firm, warm grip.
“But then I got to thinking that he must have
thought I was a distraction, and that things could really easily get to be
really serious between us, and I don’t want to be a distraction to you—I just
panicked.” Zack nodded. “I didn’t know how to tell you why—or what was going
on. So I just sort of…” I shrugged.
“You could have told me, you know,” Zack said
gently.
I nodded. “Well yeah, I figured that out, but I sort
of wasn’t thinking rationally, you know?”
Zack grinned. “So that explains you totally freezing
me out at the game the other day.”
“I suppose, yeah. I just…I’m really sorry, Zack.
Jess has already explained to me how much of an idiot I am.”
Zack shook his head, smiling still. “Man. I—I
shouldn’t admit this to you, but I was a total mess that night because I just
couldn’t get you out of my head. I kept wondering if you were watching, and I
didn’t know if I wanted you to be watching or not.”
I laughed slightly. “You’re mental, you know.” I
leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips.
Zack wrapped his arms around my waist and deepened
the kiss, pressing my body close to his. In spite of the alcohol I’d consumed
that night, I didn’t start to really feel drunk until Zack and I began to kiss.
I could smell the scent of his cologne and soap, the softer smell of his skin,
the undercurrent of his sweat. The music swirled around me, penetrating even
into the room—muted, but still present. Through the floor I heard a loud cheer,
but I didn’t care what the cause was.
Zack broke away from my lips after a long moment; my
heart was pounding in my chest. I had only come to apologize and explain, but
in a matter of only a few heartbeats, just being around Zack and feeling his
body pressed to mine had awakened the bone-deep hunger I’d been trying to
ignore for days.
“Why were you up here, and not at the party?” I
asked him breathlessly, that one aspect of the evening sticking in my head.
“I’ve been looking for you for like an hour.”
Zack shook his head. “You could’ve just texted and
asked what I was up to, you know.”
I rolled my eyes. “And that would have ruined the
whole point of coming here. That’s not an answer to my question, you know.”
Zack kissed my temple, and then my cheek, and
finally my lips, probing my mouth with his tongue hungrily until I was
breathless again.
“What can I say?” he said, pulling away from my lips
just slightly. “I didn’t really feel like partying. I just haven’t had the
energy for much of anything since you dropped off the radar.”
I kissed him once more, letting my hands trail over
his broad shoulders, down along the lines and planes of his back.
“How can I make it up to you?” I asked him, smiling
playfully up into his eyes.
Zack raised his eyebrows and kissed my forehead.
“Hold on a second.”
He let me go and turned to the door; I watched as he
grabbed a neck tie off of his headboard and opened the door. He hung the tie on
the knob and closed it once more, not quite sealing out the noise from the rest
of the frat house, but giving us once more some degree of privacy. He locked
the door for good measure and turned to look at me.
“I think you know pretty well how you can make it up
to me.”
He closed the distance between us once more,
wrapping his arms around me and lifting me up onto the bed, pressing me against
it as he climbed up to join me.
Zack’s weight against my body felt so good—even with
clothes on—that for a long moment all I could do was lie there, holding him
close, batting my tongue against his and writhing underneath him, loving the
contact, loving the simple act of kissing him, of making out once more. I
hadn’t let myself realize how much I had come to treasure just the feeling of
physical closeness to
and taking my hands in his. I hadn’t realized how much they were shaking until
I had Zack’s firm, warm grip.
“But then I got to thinking that he must have
thought I was a distraction, and that things could really easily get to be
really serious between us, and I don’t want to be a distraction to you—I just
panicked.” Zack nodded. “I didn’t know how to tell you why—or what was going
on. So I just sort of…” I shrugged.
“You could have told me, you know,” Zack said
gently.
I nodded. “Well yeah, I figured that out, but I sort
of wasn’t thinking rationally, you know?”
Zack grinned. “So that explains you totally freezing
me out at the game the other day.”
“I suppose, yeah. I just…I’m really sorry, Zack.
Jess has already explained to me how much of an idiot I am.”
Zack shook his head, smiling still. “Man. I—I
shouldn’t admit this to you, but I was a total mess that night because I just
couldn’t get you out of my head. I kept wondering if you were watching, and I
didn’t know if I wanted you to be watching or not.”
I laughed slightly. “You’re mental, you know.” I
leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips.
Zack wrapped his arms around my waist and deepened
the kiss, pressing my body close to his. In spite of the alcohol I’d consumed
that night, I didn’t start to really feel drunk until Zack and I began to kiss.
I could smell the scent of his cologne and soap, the softer smell of his skin,
the undercurrent of his sweat. The music swirled around me, penetrating even
into the room—muted, but still present. Through the floor I heard a loud cheer,
but I didn’t care what the cause was.
Zack broke away from my lips after a long moment; my
heart was pounding in my chest. I had only come to apologize and explain, but
in a matter of only a few heartbeats, just being around Zack and feeling his
body pressed to mine had awakened the bone-deep hunger I’d been trying to
ignore for days.
“Why were you up here, and not at the party?” I
asked him breathlessly, that one aspect of the evening sticking in my head.
“I’ve been looking for you for like an hour.”
Zack shook his head. “You could’ve just texted and
asked what I was up to, you know.”
I rolled my eyes. “And that would have ruined the
whole point of coming here. That’s not an answer to my question, you know.”
Zack kissed my temple, and then my cheek, and
finally my lips, probing my mouth with his tongue hungrily until I was
breathless again.
“What can I say?” he said, pulling away from my lips
just slightly. “I didn’t really feel like partying. I just haven’t had the
energy for much of anything since you dropped off the radar.”
I kissed him once more, letting my hands trail over
his broad shoulders, down along the lines and planes of his back.
“How can I make it up to you?” I asked him, smiling
playfully up into his eyes.
Zack raised his eyebrows and kissed my forehead.
“Hold on a second.”
He let me go and turned to the door; I watched as he
grabbed a neck tie off of his headboard and opened the door. He hung the tie on
the knob and closed it once more, not quite sealing out the noise from the rest
of the frat house, but giving us once more some degree of privacy. He locked
the door for good measure and turned to look at me.
“I think you know pretty well how you can make it up
to me.”
He closed the distance between us once more,
wrapping his arms around me and lifting me up onto the bed, pressing me against
it as he climbed up to join me.
Zack’s weight against my body felt so good—even with
clothes on—that for a long moment all I could do was lie there, holding him
close, batting my tongue against his and writhing underneath him, loving the
contact, loving the simple act of kissing him, of making out once more. I
hadn’t let myself realize how much I had come to treasure just the feeling of
physical closeness to
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