61.
December 15th, 2020
Iopened my eyes and stretched my arms in front of me. I yawned, and then licked my dry lips before running my fingers through my hair.
There was a muffled throbbing in my head, but other than that, I didn’t feel any of the other aftereffects of drinking too much.
God, last night had beencrazy. My new neighbor, Seth, had come over with champagne and pizza to introduce himself. I’d thought it was a sweet gesture, but then he’d gone on and told me that he’d been seeing me in the hallway ever since he’d moved in and wanted to talk to me, which made it seem like he’d been planning on coming over for a while. I wasn’t one to drink, but when he’d offered me a glass, I couldn’t say no.
After around glass #3 of my champagne, he’d asked if I was single, to which I’d told him about Gallan – with a snotty nose and a slurry voice, of course.
Seth had later said that he wanted to take me out on a date so he could earn the right to kiss me, and my brain – over-brimmed with bubbly alcohol – had decided to call Gallan to ask for his permission on it.
But wait…
Was that before or after Seth had told me that he was from Ohio and had decided to come to L.A. to pursue modelling, and I’d asked if I could count his abs?
Jesus on a roller-coaster, I can’t believe I’d counted a stranger’sabsin my drunken stupor. Not only that, but I’d also called Gallan and told him all about it.
Fuckinggreat.
I felt a slight shift behind me, and memories of Gallan asking Seth to leave, of him cleaning me up, of me throwing up on him, and of us showering together flooded my mind and made my pulse race.
He’d come for me; he was in bed with me.
Gallan had taken care of me when I’d stupidly gotten myself drunk.
Halfway through our shower yesterday, I’d realized what exactly was happening, and like the coward I was, I’d decided to shut down and go to sleep like it would erase my foolish acts as a mature human being.
I swallowed and turned around –veryslowly – only to come face-to-face with the most beautiful sight I knew I would ever witness.
I’ve seen him during the mornings so many times, but it never ceases to amaze and weaken me that Gallan with a bedhead, sleepy eyes, and a lazy smile on his face is the most angelic view in my world. He was effortlessly handsome, especially with his all-consuming gaze and dark stubble.
“Morning,” he said groggily. “You feeling okay?”
I blinked as I continued to shamelessly ogle him. My eyes travelled from his strong neck to his broad shoulders. From the smattering of dark hair on his chest to his muscled stomach. From his forearms to his large hands. From the thin line of treasure trail below his abs to the sharp V of his hips.
“Zaira?”
I looked at his face, and let go of a shaky breath when he leaned in and stared at me with an intensity so potent that my toes curled under my blanket.
“Won’t you talk to me?” he asked in a whisper.
I was about to say ‘I don’t know’, but gasped instead when he subtracted the little space between us by pressing his warm lips to mine.
I trembled as the first bout of his heady taste buzzed against my senses, and when he traced his tongue over my bottom lip, I opened my mouth and took it in. His stubble grazed against my skin, making it burn with impulsive pleasure. I wanted to claw at him, consume him. I wanted to take everything from him and hope he still had more to give.
Iknewhe’d always have more for me.
Gallan groaned, and with a pressure both sudden and strong, he moved forward so that my back was on the mattress and he was on top of me. He straddled me, and when I sucked on his tongue, he brought his hands under my head, laced his fingers through my hair, and then bunched them into tight fists as he continued to fuck my mouth with his.
I should stop this, right? I shouldn’t let this get too far.
I had no right on him, and he had none on me.
After all, I’d frozen his beliefs under the weight of my shortcomings, and had shattered what was left of it by asking Shane to announce the end of us.
“Gall–” I tried to speak, but he cut me off.
