Bow Down To Your King

Chapter 34

ZEKE POV

Point Total: Hornily 0

I knocked on Julia's door and waited, flowers in hand, ready to blow her mind.

But she didn't answer.

Not the first time.

Or the second.

I knocked again, then I texted her. Maybe she went out for food.

I understood that, after all, I did take an extra hour showering and changing clothes.

But I didn't get a response, or a fuck you, nothing. I turned to leave, defeated, but then I heard it, her voice, whispering something inaudible.

"Julia?" I said, attempting to speak to her through the door, like an idiot, not caring if her neighbors eavesdropped, "Are you in there?"

"One minute," she said, sounding more nervous than excited. I frowned, but then I rationalized it.

This is the first time I've come over.

She was probably busy stuffing her laundry in the closet or hiding her retainer, both of which had happened when I visited girls in the past.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the door swung open, and there was Julia, standing in the doorway with a halo of light behind her.

Sure, her hair was sticking up in all directions, and her chapstick was smudged, but there she was.

And she's so beautiful.

I smiled, "Sorry, did I interrupt something?"

She laughed, "Just my nap."

"Right," I said, relieved, "I can come back later?"

Julia frowned, then shook her head, "No, you should stay."

I stared at her, unsure.

"I mean," she said, "I'd really like it if you came in."

My shoulders relaxed, "I'd like that too."

Really.

My cheeks warmed, and that made me want to run down the hall and die.

"Are those, flowers?" she asked, eyeballing the bouquet in my hands.

"Oh," I said, trying to remember my elaborate, "for you, my dear" plan, then gave up and handed them over, "These are yours, I mean, if you want them."

Julia blushed before waving me inside her room, "You bought me flowers?"

I nodded, "I got them from the garden."

Her eyes widened, and then she giggled, "You stole them?"

"Stealing is a harsh word."

She smiled, hurried to her nightstand, grabbed a plastic cup, and rushed into the bathroom.

When she returned, she held up the clean cup, "Put them in here. I want them to last."

Me too.

"Smart," I said, dropping the stems into the water and admiring the look in her eyes while she admired the colorful bouquet.

Why can't I earn points for this?

While I was puzzling that out, Julia gasped, "You're bleeding."

I frowned, then glanced down at my hand, dripping onto her carpet and making a mess. "Fuck."