Sophia

Chapter sixteen

Sophia

How to tell my boyfriend I love him.

Wiki how is absolutely no help. It said, "Make Sure You're Both Ready" as if I could tell that without giving it away.

Books were also very little help. I nearly resorted to 50 shades but went against it really fast after reading the description. I don't even know how to make a contract and I'm pretty sure the whole point of the first book is that she can't fall in love with him. And fails.

Movies suck. Nicholas Sparks is my one form of love knowledge and there is no way in hell that I am ever doing any of that. All love movies suck, though. They're all cheesy as hell. Knowing Zach, he'd rather die than be told he's loved in a cheesy way.

So what the hell do I do?

Zach's back after going to his place. He looks so freaking good. He changed into grey sweat pants and a hoodie with a flannel on top. Holy crap he's hot.

He walked up to me as he saw me and hugged my waist and looked in my eyes. "Hi" he said. "How was your day?" He asked as I wrapped my hands around his neck.

"It was good. Better now that you're here." I said looking in his eyes. I leaned up and kissed him as he kissed me back. He pulled back and looked in my eyes. "What is it with you and eye contact?" I asked him looking back at him.

He shrugged before saying, "I don't know. I guess it just makes me feel closer to you."

"Closer than we are right now?" I asked laughing as I pulled him closer to me. He shoved his head in my neck and laughed.

"You know what I mean." He said, the vibrations from his voice sending shivers down my spine. He started kissing my neck sending even more shivers down my spine. I leaned into him, giving him access to my neck.

"Do you—um do you want to see my room? You know, since you've never seen it?" I said—well stuttered— as he kept kissing me. He laughed in response pulling back, kissing my lips. I put my fingers into his hair as he deepened the kiss. He picked me up by my thighs and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started walking upstairs not breaking the kiss. We walked into my room and he closed the door with his foot.

"Huh nice room." He said, kissing my neck. He laughed while sucking on my neck. That's going to leave a mark. I'm not mad at that.

He placed me on the bed and hovered on top of me. "Didn't get enough of me last night?" I said as he continued kissing me.

"I will never get enough of you." He said barely removing his lips. I grabbed the ends of his sweatshirt and tugged at it asking to remove it. "Didn't get enough of me?" He said lifting his head to look at me.

"I didn't get any of you." I said still tugging at his sweatshirt. He smirked while pulling it off, his built chest littered with tattoos now on display. I flipped him over and started kissing his neck while hovering over him. I looked up at him and smirked at the mark I made.

"Well this isn't fair." He said looking at me as I looked at him confused. "Well I am half naked and yet you're sitting there fully clothed." He said smirking. He sat up as I was sitting on his lap and he took his shirt off of me.