Dear Z,

Chapter 10

Dear Z,
Kiss. My. Ass.

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Rose

Naked.

I'm fucking naked.

And Z is in my room.

I crush the thick border of the printed flower bedsheets covering the length of my entire body in my fingers and press my naked chest to it, keeping my flesh hidden from his half mast gaze. He looked very icy right now and his massive tall body strung rigid. I could feel my nipples harden and their stubs poking the thin sheet.

"Rose." He called out my name in his hard cold voice. It made me press my thighs closer together. I watched as he took in my state. Never taking those eyes off me and I knew he could see the outline of my nipples because his gaze stayed there for a while.

After that whole debacle in the bathroom, I felt an incredible rush that dropped as soon I saw Adrianna smiling and talking with people that surrounded her. It hit me that I did something I shouldn't have. Again, that awful sickness took over me.

So I called in a quick stomach problem and hurried back to my room. I even rushed past Liam, blubbering my excuse. I showered, toweled myself dry and I just fell flat onto the bed like that. It took a while for the cool air in my room to make me shiver and I crumble the sheet over me. I don't know how much time has passed but I drift in and out, rousing at every door slam and foot stomp outside my bedroom. When I hear voices enveloping on my floor I knew the guests had left. I stayed there and soon again fell asleep without discerning it.

Now, I have Z in my room and I don't have a clue on what to do.

"Z? Why are you here?" I say, softy this time.

He seems to jerk himself inwardly but he looked pretty beat down. "Wade is getting some in our room. I need a room to crash tonight."

I gulp. "Okay. Go and sleep in someone else's room then."

"I'm tired."

"I know but-"

"I'm tired, Rose." His voice serious and dead.
Even though it was messy- whatever this thing was-I feel bad also and I hate that I have a stupid conscience. So, begrudgingly I point to the couch pressed against the wall opposite to my bed. "Sleep over there."

He turns to look at where I pointed. Then, looks back at me with a squint in his gaze. "No."

I instantly realize he means to sleep in this bed. With me. Sharing the same bed. I don't think I can handle it and I should object but why does it come across as a challenge? As if I should say no and it would mean I'm weak and can't handle him in the same space with me. I very much do not like that thought.

I ponder about it and say, "Turn around."

He does and I quickly grab the closest thing my hands could find to cover me. I slip on my old nightshirt quickly. As I tie my hair into a bun, I clear my throat. "Get in."

I need to normalize this situation. So far, I am just going with the flow. I see him walk over to the other side of my bed and before he slides in, he yanks his kurta off and his jeans come down with them in a pile on the floor.