BILLIE-HALES

Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

The next morning, I woke up with a shiver. I also find out why I'm shivering too when I feel something touch my cheek. So I slowly flutter my eyes open, only to meet with Zelie, sitting down on the coffee table in front of me. Oh lord, his eyes. I've never seen eyes like it. They're an amazing brown like golden brown chocolate and caramel. He looks so beautiful even while looking sleepy.
Zealous Dalton looks sexy as hell. I, however, probably look like something that the cat dragged in. We don't have a cat just to be clear, no I've wanted one though. Yeah, for a long time I've wanted a pet, but my Mum's allergic to pet fur. So I've suffered a lifetime without a pet. I do get to spend time with my grandparent's horses though. Oh, they're so beautiful and one day, I hope to have my very own. I just need to get a decent job. You know, to pay for it. I'm hoping that this college course will help me out with that. As soon as I'm in there though, I'm buckling down and making something of myself. Trust me, I've spent years just pissing around, but it's time. It's time to set my life in motion. Yet as I've already said I've still a couple of months to go before I start college. So I'm not wasting this precious party time, but again Zelie, here though. Well, I'm not so sure about where he'll be. You know when I go there to college. I've no clue what he plans on doing with his life or even if he has a plan. I've no idea where we'll be by then. I don't know if we'll still be friends or if we'll be together.
"Morning Bellissima," he rasped while caressing my cheek. I could just lay here while allowing him to do this forever, but then a thought hits me. My parents could still catch us.
"Shit, what time is it?" He grins when I quickly sit up only I wish I hadn't sat up so quickly. Holy crap my head is banging!
"Easy, baby. It's after eight. Don't worry your parents left for work already. Here I've made you a latte."
Holy shit, he can make Lattes?
With wide eyes, I ask him this too and once again he rolls his eyes. This makes me grin while I'm now shaking my head.

"Baby, I'm not completely idle you know I can cook too. Here, try this..."
He turns slightly and I watch as he picks up a mug with a frothy coating skimming the brim. So I timidly take it from his hands and then lift it to my mouth blowing in it first. I don't want to burn my tongue. Trust me, there's nothing worse than a coffee that's too hot. But again, I'm surprised when I find, it's perfect. I moan a little just with the deliciousness of it too.
"Good?" He asked.
When I finally look at him again, I see his cocky smirk. Total self-gratification gleaming in his eyes.
"The best... seriously Zealous Dalton, you can come here every day if it means you'll make me one of these bad boys. Holy shit, it's good, but don't get too cocky. It's good, but it's not that good. Trust me, there's always room for improvement."
He's tilting his head, looking a little confused. Obviously wondering what that could be.
"Well, I like a little sugar in mine. You know, just a little heads-up for next time." I end that by sending him a cheeky wink. He responds with a smile before shaking his head.
"Sugar; got it. Is there anything else I should know, your royal highness? Like do you need extra milk, with it or maybe a biscuit to go with it or a side of me? Maybe."
Now I'm rolling my eyes what a tart. Of course, I end up chuckling because he looks so damn hot when he says it.

"Just the sugar will do, thanks."
He huffs out a little laugh and then turns his head looking at all the artworks that are in here. Some are his dad's works, so he should recognise them.

"I've never seen these before. You know, my dad's sculptures. I'm assuming they're his earlier works, only because they're more defined now. He's actually mastered adding more of a refined detail to them."
He moves away and walked towards the sculpture of a naked woman.

"That one is one of my favourites. The texture alone is so smooth and cold. I mean, to look at it, it looks warm, but then when you touch it, it kinda shocks you."
As I tell him this, he touches the black marbled silhouette. I can't help feeling a little jealous of it though. I mean, watching his hand smooth over her body. Well, I want him to touch me like that too. Oh god. I'm feeling shit again. It's shit that's making my insides pull tight again. I end up taking a sip of my drink just to distract myself from looking at his hands. Oh, he has amazing hands they're bronzed and big with a sprinkle of dark hair scattered around his Ink. Yes, he's got a few tattoos covering his hands. I see a few on his neck too. Oh crap, and now I'm wondering if he has more.