Cough Syrup

Chapter 13: Slowing Time

My eyes drifted open meeting soft sunlight peaking through the drawn curtain. The first thing I noticed were the rays glowing a rosy red color blended with the vibrant oranges of a ripe mango, pouring over me in a warm embrace.

The second thing I noticed was I was extremely warm.

The sun rays couldn't make me that warm, I at least knew that much. No, this warmth was not from the sun, and not from me. I felt a blanket draped over my back, the fuzzy texture of it tickling my calves. There was something lightly pressing into the crook of my back. I shifted slightly to see what it was, but the second I did they tightened around me. They were Zach's arms. My head swam as I looked down at my pillow. My pillow was Zachary Benton's chest. Dear god. What had I done. I remembered last night clear as day, and I was not in this position when I fell asleep.

By the time morning came around I had somehow ended up precisely on top of Zach. He was on his back, his hair pooling around his head like a halo of black feathers, his lush eyelashes lightly poised against his soft cheeks, his sharply defined lips parted slightly in soft sighs as he breathed out. His creamy skin stopped at his collar where he wore a charcoal grey sweater, and though I hated admitting it, I-don't-give-a-shit-style looked good on him. Sexy even. It was unfair of him to be so dangerously sexy and underneath me. I was pretty sure this was a test for my mental sanity. His legs were tangled with mine and his arms were locked around me, though quite comfortably. His body radiated heat, and it provoked my lust for warmth in a way that made me want to get even closer to him than I already was-which may I mention-was impossible. I was on top of him, facing him so our front halves were pressed tightly against each other, and my head was resting on his firm pecks. My arms were wound around his back, pinned between his body and the couch underneath us.

I moved upwards slightly, hoping to loosen his grip on me, but the only thing that I accomplished was him holding me tighter and my position becoming something a little more than risky. My hands had to move to either sizes of Zach's head, propping me up by my elbows to keep my face off of his. My legs which were at one time waved with his, were now on either side of him, and I was more or less straddling him, in a way that my body was still held tightly against his from my stomach to my neck. My face was less than inches from his; Zach's perfect mouth so close under mine that I could feel his hot breath tickling my lower lip. God the temptation. 

Something in my body dared to urge me into sin. I wanted nothing more than to lean in closer and kiss him underneath me, to feel his body against mine. The idea was so possessing I could feel every inch of me warming with desire. I had never looked at Zach like this, hell, I had never even been this close to him for this long, all I knew was that he was underneath me and seeing him up so close and feeling him up so close was not a healthy combination for me.

I gave into the desire. How could I not? 

My right hand slipped behind his neck and my left gripped his shoulder firmly, my face drew into his, our lips colliding like ocean waves, and I felt him gasp as he woke. His eyelashes fluttered against my cheek as he struggled to wake, and as soon as he realized I was kissing him instinct kicked in.

Zach's arms unwound from my waist, but his hands found my hips and firmly held me against him. With a soft sigh into his mouth, my body thirsted for more. I felt his tongue brush my lower lip, and I parted my mouth to let him in. He softly groaned my name between kisses, his hands gripping me tighter. My tongue swirled and danced with his, and when I became conscious of him beneath me a moan rose from my throat. 

"Eden," 

Zach's voice was dripping with lust. It was low and smooth and sexy, and had the power to make me completely lose it if he said my name one more time.

"Eden," He repeated, this time breaking the kiss.

I looked down at him under me. His eyes pleaded with desire, but his head slowly shook, as if trying to clear his mind. "What? Whats wrong?" I asked, worried.

"Nothing is wrong. that was fucking amazing. But I want to make sure this is what you want."

"What?" I asked again.

"Well obviously we were both...going somewhere with that kiss," He said softly. He was definetly not wrong. "But I...umm, how do I say this. Shit." He stuttered. 

I sat up, on top of him still. "Do you not...want me?" I asked extremely confused.

"God no, trust me, I want you just fine. But I'm not going to be another mistake with you, Eden, I'm not going to fuck you up like everyone else, and I want to make sure that you want this." He gently got up from under me, and streached looking at me on the couch still. "Just think about it for a while before you give in to your womanly morning glory." He chuckled and winked at me. "How about some breakfast?"