The Last Wolf Standing

Chapter Fifteen

My eyes almost rolled into the back of my head from embarrassment. I instinctively pulled my towel around me tighter and looked at anything but him after he spoke. I composed myself quickly and tried to look unfazed as I went to pick out something to wear. I wasn't planning on leaving home so I took up a pink pair of loose shorts and a black tank top. I scurried back out of the room and into the bathroom to put on my clothes.

It took me less than three minutes to be done since I didn't bother doing anything with my hair nor face. I went back into my bedroom to find that Zack was still in the same position that I left him in. He frowned a little when he saw me enter the room.

"I liked what you had on the first time better." He pouted childishly.

"Of course you would because you are a pervert." I smiled as I plopped down on the bed next to him.

"Only with you." He whispered almost inaudibly which was pretty difficult to do. An involuntary blush covered my cheeks so I turned my head to avoid him seeing it.

"Why are you in my bed?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Why not be in your bed?" he answered my question with a question. I rolled onto my side to glare at him properly.

"Don't answer my question with a question." I huffed. He then rolled onto his side to face me.

"Why not?" Zack raised his eyebrow expectantly.

"Because I don't like it." I sighed, putting on the saddest face I could muster, complete with a child-like pout and 'puppy eyes'.

"Beds are comfy and I wanted to be comfy. I just happened to find my comfort on your bed." He chuckled deeply, the sound making my heart ache to hear it again.

"Why do I even bother?" I rolled my eyes before closing them. I listen to his steady breathing.

"Because you like me." He replied to my rhetorical question and got a scoff from me.

We laid there in comfortable silence comfortable silence before I made up my mind on what I wanted to do. By the time I made my decision, both of us were lying on our backs. In a split second, I maneuvered in such a way that I was on top of him, straddling his lap. He looked up at me shocked but the look soon changed to one of satisfaction. Zack rested his hands on my thighs and squeezed them lightly. It was almost encouraging.

Slowly, I leaned in, ensuring that he could see and probably anticipate my next few moves. Within a couple of seconds, our lips were centimeters apart before I kissed him. It started off soft, both of us savoring the other's taste. He tasted like bacon. The butterflies in my stomach went into full flight and my mind raced with excitement. The only thoughts being those of pure bliss. After a few slow, tender moments Zack licked my bottom lip and I gladly opened to let him in. He deepened the kiss and I reveled in it. The course of passion pushed me to grip his hair and him to tighten his hold on my thighs but it ended far too soon.

"Now, you're ready." He smiled, his breaths coming out in pants. I got off of him and positioned myself on the bed so that I could face him.

"You seriously were waiting on me to make the first move?" I grinned.

"For weeks." He sighed.

"You could have made the first move, you know." I stated what he probably already knew.

"I wanted to make sure that you were completely comfortable and in order to know that, you had to kiss me first." He explained. His logic was actually reasonable. I nodded my head in understanding.