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4: Unable to resist
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2022-04-12 02:23:05*Zac*
I quickly get to my feet. I owe Nick to be honest with him. “You and I need to talk ... inside”.
His eyes run over me ... then Cynamon. “Okay, wait here honey, I’ll be right back”.
“I’ll stay with her”. LZ says with a nervous smile.
“Thanks”. Me and Nick say at the same time, making him glare at me.
We walk inside and I ask a couple of people to leave us alone, closing the door behind them. When I turn Nick is watching me with his arms crossed on his chest. “Okay Z ... explain”.
“I am sorry Nick”. I kinda feel horrible about this, but I also feel I can’t ignore it. “I don’t even know what is happening. I didn’t mean for ... this to happen. It’s just … and I … and you and her ...”.
“Zac ... rambling”. He cuts me off. “So what are you trying to say ? Were you ... Uhm making a move on my girlfriend ?”
I hang my head, knowing I have been a shitty friend today. “I guess I did ... I’ll stay away from her. I shouldn’t ... sorry ... I ...”.
“Still rambling”. He shakes his head. “Tell me one thing Zac. Do you feel something special ... about her, like it could be ... you know, serious ?”
I rub a hand over my face. “This probably sound stupid ... but ... yeah. I don’t know what it is, but from the moment I saw her ... everything just ... felt different .. I ..”.
“Oh God, Stop rambling”. He holds up his hand. “Of course she has a say in this too ... but I have a feeling I will know her answer ... if she feels the same about you, I will not stand in your way. I will gracefully bow out and let the two of you figure out if this could be ... the real thing”.
“As I said .. I will ...”. I realise what he just said. “Why ? I mean you would do that ? For me ?”
He shrugs. “Well ... yeah. To be bland, I have known the whole time that I am not serious about her. I mean she is sweet and all that, but ... something is missing”.
“Well then I guess there is no reason for me to stay ... is there”. We both snap around to see Cynamon standing there and I instantly know that she only heard the last thing Nick said. She is shaking her head. “Bye Nick ... Zac nice to meet you”.
Then she hurries out the door and I just stand there, wondering what the pain in my chest is … am I having a stroke or something ?
“Zac ... Earth to Zac”. Nick calls. “Go get her for fucks sake ... this is your chance”.
*Cynamon*
It’s not that I am heartbroken or anything like that, but it’s just not the way I wanted to find out. I hadn’t seen Nick as a man who would do that to be honest ... he seemed a good guy, that is why I gave it a shot.
Zyca is trying to get my attention, but I am not in the mood.
“CJ wait”. I hear someone call, and turn, expecting to see Nick ... but it is a very out of breath Zac, who leans on the hood of my car. “Give me a moment to breathe”.
“What is it Zac ?” I wonder why he is the one coming after me, at the same time it makes weird little fluttering feelings erupt in my stomach.
He holds up his hand, taking a couple of deep breaths. “What Nick said in there ...”.
“It’s okay Zac, there is no reason for you to apologise for him”. I give him a small smile. Honestly it is sweet of him to worry. “I ... I am not really that upset. It was more the way of finding out ... I guess I kinda feel the same as Nick”.
“No ... I mean I didn’t come on behalf of Nick ... even though you have to know that, what you heard was a bit out of context ... he didn’t mean to ...”. I hold up my hand and he stops rambling.
I breathe in slowly. “Why did you come, Zac ?”
“I ... shit I am just gonna say this ... you make everything feel weird ... and different and new, but in a good way ... so I was thinking that ... Well I would really love for you to stay. I want to spend time with you and get to know you better”. He is looking at me with his breath held.
“Like … a ... weird kinda date ?” I am pretty sure my heart is going to jump out of my mouth at any moment. Zyca is purring now and I start to wonder if she is part cat.
He nods, a smile spreading on his face. “Yeah, I guess you can say that. I mean if you want to ... if you ... feel anything too”.
‘Please Cy, say yes or I will bite your ass’. Zyca plead and I chose not to point out that we kinda share an ass.
I can’t stop the smile pulling at my lips. “I’d love to ... I would like to get to know you better too ... but is Nick ...”.
“Nick is okay with it; actually he was the one telling me to go after you”. He reaches out to take my hand, lifting it to his lips and kissing it.
“You know what ... I am actually really happy I started dating him”. I keep telling my heart to slow down, but it won’t seem to listen.
He takes a step closer to me. “Yeah, me too ... there is one thing I am not too happy about though”.
“Oh and what might that be ?” The scent of him is filling my senses, that is how close he is now.
“That he has kissed you and I haven’t”. One huge hand comes up to rest gently on my cheek. “Is it too early on the date for me to ask for a kiss ?”
I swallow hard. “Way ... Way too early. But regardless of that the answer is yes ... please kiss me”.
“As the lady demands”. He leans down, pressing his lips softly against mine, and it feels like my soul erupts like a fourth of July fireworks, but that might just be Zyca to be honest.
My knees feel weak and my heart is pounding, so in an attempt to steady myself, I grab the nearest thing, which happens to be his biceps and it does nothing to make me feel more grounded.
His tongue gently caresses my bottom lip, sending lightening straight into my stomach ... and I willingly open my mouth to him. His kiss is soft and curious, but still passionate ... perfect.
When we break apart, after what seems forever, he softly rests his forehead against mine. “By God I hope that felt as perfect to you as it did to me”.
“Believe me ... that was perfect”. I feel like I am kinda floating and I realise that I am leaning against my car.
“I am happy to hear that but I think I might have to kiss you again ... just to see if it was like a fluke”. And he does, slowly, softly and even more passionately than the first time.
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