‘Thanks for the presents,’ he says.‘Very cute.’
‘You haven’t even opened it yet.’
‘I meant the snacks.What’s in the box?’
‘You’ll have to wait and see.’
‘Well, I got you something too.That’s why I was home late.’
‘Oh?’I ask, beaming up at him.‘What did you get me?’
He shrugs.‘You’ll have to wait and see.’
Rolling my eyes, I step closer, splaying my fingers across his chest.His skin is warm as the water runs down it.
‘Didn’t you just shower at practice?’I ask.
He nods.‘Yeah, but I wanted to shower again.With you.’
More tingles.Butterflies, in fact.Eruptingeverywhere.
I’m really starting to like Zayden.It’s scaring the shit out of me.
Placing a hand to my cheek, he tilts my head back and kisses me so hard, I feel dizzy.He presses me back against the tiles, kissing down my neck and under my ear.I sigh at the feel of it.I’m becoming addicted to how his lips feel on my skin.
Winding his hand around the back of my neck, he pulls me closer, the kiss becoming somehow even more passionate.His tongue darts inside my mouth, sliding against mine, making me groan and press my hips into his.I feel his hard length against me and I tense, thinking about how it would feel to have him inside me.
I’m not sure if sleeping together is crossing the line … but if it is, I suddenly want nothing more than to cross it.
His hands slide down the sides of my body, gripping my ass tightly.
‘You’re driving me wild, Nora.I want you.All of you.All the time.Everywhere, every moment.’
‘Really?’I whisper, my voice almost getting lost in the sound of the water and the steam steadily filling the shower.
‘Really.’
He steps back, water dousing his hair, dripping down that gorgeous face and those washboard abs that look so rock hard, I’d injure my finger if I poked them.
Those beautiful green eyes stare deeply into mine and I feel myself falling into them, getting swept away and lost in them.
Giving me one more kiss, he steps out of the shower.Cutting off the water, I follow him out and we both towel off.I move to the bed and swipe for the box.He sits on the edge of the mattress.He takes it from me, slowly removing the lid.A small, silver key chain sits there.
‘Aw, I love this,’ he says, chuckling, twisting the small metal cyclone in his fingers.
‘Fake couples who survive a cyclone together, stay together.’
His chuckle upgrades to a full laugh and he grabs his keys off the bedside table and clicks it onto them.
‘I love it.’
‘I got one for myself, too, to match.’
‘Perfect,’ he says, smiling.‘Well, what I got you is fitting then.’
Leaning over the side of the bed, he fumbles for his bag and pulls something out.He passes it to me.A small, silver key lays in my palm.
‘I got you a key to the house.You can come and go as you please.You can stay permanently or just whenever you like.No pressure.’
