13.
February 15th, 2020
“Get that smug look off your face, G. It’s giving me a major case of acidity,” Shane said.
I chuckled and placed my forearms on the trailer’s window base. “I’m not being smug; I’m just trying to decipher something.”
He arched a brow. “So this is your interpretation face?”
My lips twitched at his question. “I would say so, yes.”
Shane rolled his eyes. “What are you trying to decipher anyway?”
“The reason behind you being late in getting here,” I said with a smirk. “I called you at 6, and it’s 8:15 right now. I don’t understand how a 20-minute drive from your place to the studio turned into a 2-hour long one.”
He cleared his throat. “Well, something came up – quite literally.”
I raised a brow. “Explain.”
He ran a hand over his smooth-shaven head. “Uh, you see, Anna wouldn’t let me leave…” He shrugged as if to say ‘You get the gist, right?’.
I gagged, just to tease him. “Gross, Shane; I don’t need to know about your morning sexual escapades with your wife.”
He scowled. “You said ‘explain’. So I tried to…”
“Yeah, and what an explaining you’ve provided in just eight simple words, my friend,” I mused.
As Shane wiped his face with a napkin and grumbled something about me being a dickhead, the trailer’s washroom door opened behind me.
A smile immediately took over my face when the couch dipped to my right, and a second later, Zaira’s face came into view as she knelt next to me and looked out the open window.
“Hey,” she said, and then shifted closer to me before pushing her glasses up her nose.
I turned and looked at her. The sunlight hit her features in all the right ways and made her almost seraphic for my eyes.
“Hey, gorgeous.” I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close.
She grinned at me, but didn’t say anything.
I glanced at her lips, and felt her body tremble a little in my grasp.
I met her eyes, and what I saw there? It was fucking hot.
Desire.
Pure, fiery desire.
While waiting for Shane to come “rescue” us – Zaira’s choice of word, not mine – I’d spent every second of the spare time exploring her mouth. We’d made out like teenagers in heat, and with every moan and thrilled shiver she gifted me, my want for her only grew stronger.
That woman fueled a wildfire in my veins with her innocence. She awakened every speck of me with her natural sublimity.
“Ugh,” came Shane’s voice. “I get it; you two are outrageously adorable, but can you stop eye-fucking each other now?”
Both Zaira and I looked at my manager.
“Don’t be a mood killer,” I told him.
He rolled his eyes. “There are things we need to discuss before you two start making babies in public, G,” he said in his ‘I’m-all-business’ tone.
