Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 76696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
When we were done with the dishes, Zach and I headed for the living room, then I hesitated. Zach turned. “Is something wrong?”
“I don’t know if that’s what you want, but I’d really like to sleep in your bed tonight.” The moment the words left my mouth, I was stunned.
Zach froze.
“I mean,” I rambled. “I feel safe with you close. But if you don’t like to share your bed…”
“No. I want you in my bed.” For a moment, we stared at each other.
“Just sleep,” I said.
Zach smiled. “Just sleep.”
“Go ahead, I’ll change and then I’ll join you.” I flushed but Zach kissed my lips and headed for his room.
As I stood in my bedroom, I suddenly wasn’t so sure anymore if it was a clever idea. Sleeping in the same bed with someone was a big deal, but it wasn’t as if it would be the first time. Zach and I had spent two nights in the same bed already, albeit under different circumstances. Instead of a nightgown, I chose my satin pajamas. I didn’t want to flash my panties at Zach again, even though he hadn’t minded.
On my way to Zach’s room I passed Brian’s door and froze when I heard a moan behind it. I quickly moved on, not wanting to hear any more. I really didn’t need an image of Brian and Lauren in my head. Zach had left his room open and I cautiously stepped in. He was kneeling in front of his flatscreen TV attached to the wall across from his bed. He glanced over his shoulder and smiled. “I thought we could watch one or two episodes of Game of Thrones before sleep?”
“Sure.” I closed the door, feeling self-conscious. Had Zach heard Lauren’s moan? He must be disappointed. While Brian and Lauren slept with each other, Zach could only look forward to a night sleeping beside me. He straightened and for the first time I noticed that he was wearing a shirt over his boxer shorts. He’d always slept bare-chested in the time that I’d known him. For me. He didn’t want to intimidate me.
Before I could lose my nerve, I slipped under the covers and Zach joined me a moment later. He turned on the TV and I leaned against his chest, linking my fingers with his. How could something as simple as this feel so right? Zach extinguished the light, so that the glow of the screen was the only illumination. As we watched the first episode, I felt myself relax more and more. Zach’s warmth and his scent enveloped me in a cocoon of safety. But there was more. The feeling of his muscled chest against my cheek, the feeling of his abs against my arm, made me want to touch him, to slip a hand under his shirt and find out how soft his skin was.
I didn’t even pay attention to the second episode anymore. I untangled my fingers from Zach’s and ran my hand over his chest until it came to rest on his firm stomach. He tensed under my touch and held his breath. Biting my lip, I inched my hand to the edge of his shirt. Zach might have been carved from stone he’d become so still. I hesitated, then gathered my courage. Take control, Amber. I eased my hand under Zach’s shirt and rested my palm on his abs. He sucked in his breath. His skin was hot against mine, and his muscles quivered against my hand. I peered up I into his face. His eyes were focused on me, the TV forgotten. “Is this okay?” I whispered.
Zach laughed hoarsely. “Yeah. More than okay.” He repeated the words I’d said after our first real kiss. “I can’t tell you how much I want to kiss you right now.”
“Then do it.”
He brought his face down and I propped myself up on his chest as our lips met. We kissed slowly, and I could feel a sweet pressure building between my legs. I shifted, half embarrassed and half-excited, and completely glad that Zach didn’t know what kind of an effect a simple kiss had on me. Eventually I pulled back. Zach kissed my forehead, his grip around me tightening for an instant before he sat up. “I just need to go to the bathroom real quick.” I nodded, suddenly tired. Who knew kissing could make you sleepy?
With a half smile, I watched Zach creep out of the room, probably worried about disturbing Brian. I let my head fall down on the pillow and closed my eyes. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before the mattress sank under Zach’s weight and he snuggled up to me from behind, one of his arms slung over my waist. “Is this okay?” His voice was a deep rumble against my ear. “Hm,” was all I got out in response before sleep claimed me.
The next morning, I woke with my head on Zach’s chest, his arms still wrapped around my body. I could get used to that.
Zach
In the next few weeks, Amber and I found a routine. We always watched a bit of TV, then we kissed until I had to pretend I had to go to the bathroom to take a leak while really I needed to jerk off because I was close to bursting, and then after I’d come in my own fucking hands, I would return to Amber and hold her in my arms until we fell asleep. I loved hearing her rhythmic breathing beside me and how her face lit up with a smile every morning when she saw me. But fuck, having Amber’s body pressed against mine was torture. Even jerking off didn’t stop my balls from feeling like they were under constant pressure. Sometimes I caught myself wondering if it wouldn’t even be better for our relationship if I picked up a random girl to fuck to release some of the tension. Amber would never have to find out and I could keep being patient for her. But as soon as I thought it I felt like the biggest asshole in the world. I couldn’t do that to Amber. I’d be no better than my father if I did. But it was getting increasingly difficult to hide my boner from Amber every morning. One day I’d actually come in my fucking pants with her lying beside me.