The Bad Boy, The Bet & Me

Chapter 18: Marked & 'Friendly' Abuse

"I want food."

Zac and Beck chuckle as they divert their attention from the TV which currently shows an advert of a guy doing dirty with a pole for something called 'moneysupermarket' to me, where I can hear my stomach rumbling like a broken car and I'm pretty sure my stomach lining is eating itself. ''There's this great dessert place near here? In the mood for sweet?'' Beck says as he texts on his blue iPhone. ''Is that seriously a question? I'd eat dessert for breakfast, lunch and dinner if it were possible.'' I get up, grab my jacket and drag Zac's hand, hauling him of the cream-coloured sofas. I ignore the tingles, and try not to freak out as he casually throws his arm over my shoulders. Zac nuzzles in the crook of my neck after glancing at Beck heading to the dining room to grab his wallet. Suddenly, I feel a warmth radiating from a spot on my neck. Zachary.

He sweetly sucks on a tender spot on my neck and this time I swat his head away even though that was the most delightful feeling ever. I glance to my neck where I see a red mark. Widening my eyes, I begin to slap Zac's arm and mumbling curse words under my breath. ''What is your problem?!'' I say screeching in a whisper as I rub my neck irritably. I step in front of him, looking at his amused face. ''This isn't funny, Beck's going to think we just do dirty every spare minute he isn't here because I think he will notice that this-'' Pointing to the hickey. ''-WASN'T THERE BEFORE!''

Zac looks at me with a puzzled face before he shows a glimpse of emotion that I have vaguely saw in those sweet-brown eyes. Compassion.

'' Madison, I need to tell you something, and I need to tell you now.'' He walks slowly up to me, focusing his eyes on mine, before glancing to my lips

My breath hitches in my throat as he skims his warm thumb over my cheekbone leaving a burning sensation behind. ''Wh-at?'' I stutter like a idiot showing him the effect he has on me.

''Sunny, do I make you nervous?'' He whispers amuslingly for him.

Dipshit.

''Wh-at, no! Wha-t are you try-ing to imply?'' Biting my lip, to avoid saying anything embarrassing.

His sweet breath fans my face send a delightful buzz down my spine to my toes. Oh god, I'm so done. The guy who I like is honestly centimetres away from my face and it's taking all my strength not to close the gap and meet my lips with his soft, plumb ones. Zachary looks at me curiously as if he's trying to figure out a puzzle and he has no idea where I fit, where I go. I fit with him. I just hope on my left lung that he feels the same. Goddamit, show me a sign. Show me a consent. Tell me I'm not the only one believing in us. Breathing in, my hand travels at the back of his, travelling up, ruffling his hair on the way. His forehead meets mine and we stare deeply into each others eyes, both of us looking for an answer. But what he's looking for? I have no idea.

''ICE CREAM!! WE'RE COMING FOR YA!!!'' We both hear Beck coming voice booming through the hallway and instantly break away from the intimate bond we formed as if our touch burned each other. Beck enters the room throwing his wallet in the air before catching it in his hands. Beck walks up to the sofa he was sitting on grabbing his wallet before uttering something inaudible to Zac. I look at Beck questioningly before he shrugs his shoulders. '' The bike we're working on, I was telling Zac if it's cool for him to come tomorrow to fix up the bike.'' I nod.

Beck walks through the hallway, gesturing for us to come and follow. Zac walks up besides me holding his hand out dramatically. ''If you will m'lady?'' Laughing, I ignore the awkward feeling I was feeling and replace it with amusement. I slip my hands in mine before saying snobbishly, ''Why thank you kind sir.''

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Walking towards the dessert place, I think of a couple questions in my head just to pass time. Thankfully Zac's talking to Beck in front of me about bikes and other things, so we both won't feel as if we need to speak to each other. Not that it is like that. Truth is, I can just stare at Zachary and know exactly what he's thinking. But until recently, he seems, secretive, hidden. But I feel like when he looks at me, he can dig out all my secrets, my desires, my thoughts in one glance. Where would I live? The question pops up in my brain.