1,2,3 And.. Love! (GXG)

Chapter 26

Zoya's POV

I woke up to the sound of my alarm, which I had set earlier in the hope of making it to the studio before my exam and having a conversation with Oli. Although I wasn't fully prepared for this talk, the events of yesterday had compelled me to clear the misunderstanding.

Why did I need to do that? It was simple -  I didn't want to lose her. Perhaps that was the answer I had been searching for; that she meant more to me than just a passing fling. The thought of losing her filled my heart with pain.

With a grunt, I got out of bed and started to get ready. I had tried calling and texting her yesterday, but my messages and calls never went through. I was worried if she was alright, knowing that what she saw could have been misinterpreted.

I checked with Ezra, and she informed me that Oli would be at the studio by 9. I had to get there earlier if I had any chance of catching her before she started practicing for her scene, which usually began around 7.

As I arrived at the studio, my heart pounded in my chest. I looked around and spotted her standing with Ezra. She looked tired, perhaps a little crestfallen. Ezra subtly gestured in my direction, and her head turned abruptly to meet my gaze. I offered her a weak smile and waved, but instead of a smile in return, her expression was one of faint concern. Despite it all, she looked just as beautiful as ever.

After Ezra left and I finally made my way over to her, I could feel my anxiety grow stronger.

"Hey," I offered when I stood in front of her.

"Hey," came her cold reply.

"I'm sorry I disappeared. I needed time alone to think things through. I was overwhelmed," I mustered the courage to speak frankly.

"Time alone or time away from me?" She replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

Realizing that we were in the middle of the studio, I led her away to her dressing room. I closed the door behind us before turning to face her.

"What are you doing?" she asked in confusion.

"Preventing unwanted attention," I explained. "I know you were outside my college yesterday and saw me, but it's not what it looked like," I explained hesitantly.

"So you weren't holding hands with your ex-girlfriend while ignoring me all week?" she retorted, her voice tinged with anger.

"No!" I rushed to clarify. "I mean, yes, but it wasn't planned. She just showed up and tried to talk to me," I explained, hoping she'd understand.

"What did she want?" she asked, her expression softening though still guarded.

"I don't know. When I saw your car, I left straight after and tried to call you, but my calls didn't go through," I offered, hoping to discern whether she had my number blocked or if her phone was off.

"So you didn't talk and left her behind?" she inquired.

I nodded in response and nervously tucked my hair behind my ear.

"Why are you here then?" she said, locking eyes with me. In that gaze, I felt transparent, as though she could see into the depths of my soul.

"I didn't want you to misunderstand the situation," I averted my eyes, unable to sustain her intense gaze.

"Why does it matter if I misunderstand?" she said. "It's not like you owe me anything," she said, prompting an irrepressible annoyance in me. I didn’t need a reminder of the uncertainty between us.

"I know that. I'm not saying I owe you anything. I just don't want you to misunderstand," I replied, feeling my frustration peak.

"I missed you," she confessed as she stepped closer to me. In that moment, my heart leaped with hope.

"I missed you too," I said, gazing up at her. "I don't want to lose you, even if I don't understand what we have."

She took my hand and guided me to a nearby couch, then knelt between my legs, causing me to gulp as electricity coursed through my body. Her closeness was overwhelming, her body fitting against mine perfectly, her hands resting on my thighs.

"You won't lose me," she said firmly, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. "And you do owe me something. You are mine," she declared, gripping my chin tightly.

"Am I yo- " she cut me off mid-sentence, her lips pressing hungrily against mine. As her arms moved from my thighs to my side, pulling me closer to her body, I could barely keep up with the intensity of the kiss, leaving my head feeling light.

I grabbed her face with my hands and bit down on her lower lip. When she let out a soft moan, I felt as if I had become undone. It caught her off guard because I could feel her rhythm slow down before her hands moved to my jacket, pulling it off my body.

Her lips moved from mine to my neck. She was kissing up and down, her tongue subtly tasting my skin while her teeth grazed it.

My body moved involuntarily, trying to increase our contact. I needed her closer.

I threw my head back to give her more access. I didn't want her to stop, I needed her to keep going. My thoughts were gone and all I could think of was how good this felt.

She quickly removed my shirt, leaving me only in my bra. Her eyes moved up and down my body, looking at me in a way I'd never seen before. No one had ever had this much control over me.

Her lips went back to my skin, and this time she was kissing down my chest. I held her head in place, making sure she didn't go anywhere.

As the door creaked open, neither of us had a chance to react before a piercing scream filled the room, causing us both to freeze in place.

I recognized that what we were doing was risky, but I hadn't expected everything to come crashing down on us so quickly.

A/N: short chapter but better than nothing,  right?🤭