WISH UPON

9 | sᴜɴɴʏ

"ℋℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀ℯℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℴ 𝓂𝓎 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒽ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒷ℯ𝓁ℴ𝓃ℊℯ𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ, 𝓉ℴℴ𝓀 𝒹ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓈ℴ𝓊𝓁 ℴ𝓃 𝒻𝒾𝓇ℯ."
-𝒯.ℳ.

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I tried like hell to pull myself together, but for the rest of the day, all I thought about was Zeke and the way he said he felt guilty for his mother's death. He has been carrying this burden for so many years, and all I can picture is Zeke as a nine-year-old boy who thought he was the reason his mother was gone. My heart ached for him.

I wasn't the only one acting spaced-out, though. I would catch Zeke zoning in and out every now and then as well, his brows would furrow, and his lips would silently move like he was trying to work something out in his thoughts.

It was currently dark out, and we were roasting marshmallows over the fire to make s'mores. When Zeke told me that he never had them before, that his dad never allowed it, I knew I had to get him to eat the deliciously gooey treat.

"Here," I held out half a graham cracker with a square of chocolate on it, "put your marshmallow on it," I motioned with my other hand that held the other half of the graham cracker.

He hesitated but did as I said.

I swiped the marshmallow off his stick, blowing on it, then held it in front of his mouth, "Take a bite," I coaxed with a smile.

He raised his brow, "Out of your hands?"

I nodded my head, "Yeah...it's messy."

I watched as he leaned in close, then his teeth bit into the s'mor, his lips followed the movement. In the back of my head, I realized that I was mimicking his motions with my own mouth, but I couldn't help myself. He pulled back while chewing and moaning, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

I lightly chuckled, "See, now don't you think it's worth it?"

His eyes opened as he swallowed the bite, "Mmmhmm..." he smiled wide, as he flicked his tongue out to the corner of his lips, swiping at a stray crumb of graham cracker, "so good."

My eyes landed on his Cupid's bow, where a smudge of chocolate and marshmallow were left behind. I pointed to my lip, "You have some s'more..." I trailed off.

"Oh shoot," he took his finger to wipe it away, but only a little bit came off. The rest was stuck on with the gooey marshmallow.

"Got it?" he questioned.

I shook my head and laughed, "No, it's stuck on there."

He attempted to wipe it away again, but he only managed to drag it down further onto his plump lips.

"There," he said, satisfied that he wiped it off.

I shook my head, "Nope."

"Aww, Sunny, help me out, man," he chuckled as he tried to rub it off again.

My breathing hitched as my eyes narrowed in on his lips, then dragged up to his stormy eyes. I gripped his wrist and pulled his hand away from his mouth.

"Sunny..." he breathed out, stormy eyes so open but so full of questions.

"God Zeke," I exhaled, not sure what I was doing but knowing I needed to do something.

My body was on fire as I slowly moved closer to him. My tongue darted out to lick the top of my lip, "Can I help?" I held his gaze then lowed mine to his lips.

I watched as his lips parted in quiet pants; they quickened as my head leaned forward. I watched the slight tremble of his lips, then the nervous flick of his tongue on his bottom lip.

"Sunny," he whispered. We were an inch apart now. My name was breathed into my mouth.

My eyelids fluttered shut as our lips connected in an open-mouthed kiss. Our tongues simultaneously reached for the other, then our lips closed. I sucked in his bottom lip while he had my top lip between his sweet lips. Our mouths hot, panting. My hand reached for the back of his neck as his hands cupped my jaw and tilted my head, gaining better access. We moaned as our tongues slipped atop the other's, then he took my tongue into his mouth and sucked it all the way in.

I needed more of him. My hand left the back of his neck and found his hips, and he moaned as I pulled him flush against my body, then dragged my hands to his back. My arms encircled his waist as we pulled our mouths away, panting, breathless.

My lips dragged across his jaw as his teeth gently tugged at the sensitive skin of my neck.

His arms wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me even more, closer than I thought possible.

My heart was racing, thumping against his own hammering heart.

I never wanted to let him go, I wanted to stay in his arms forever, but I felt his forearms pulse, and then his hands drag across my shoulder, putting distance between us. I knew I had to loosen my arms, take his cue, and disconnect.

With a heavy heart, I dropped my arms and took a step back. His hands stayed on my biceps, squeezing them in warmth.

My mind was scrambled. That was the best kiss I ever had. It was full of love and affection, but I didn't know what Zeke thought of it. I was terrified to look into his eyes, so my head hung down, watching the way our chests hastily thumped with our erratic hearts.

"Sunny," Zeke's warm voice floated over to me.

I took in a harsh breath, readying myself for disappointment. My mind was all over the place, words caught in my spasming throat.

"Hmmm?" I croaked out.

"Sunny," his strong hands pulsated my arms again, trying to gain my attention, "please, look at me."