Torn in two

Chapter 10

When I opened my eyes it was dark. I hop up in a panic.
"Cindy why didn't you wake me up?" I yell at her.
But Cindy wasn't there.
The lights were off and the place was quiet.
I scramble for my phone on the coffee table hoping I didn't blow off Zak.
I breathe a sigh of relief, 7:03P.M.
I was late to get ready, but not late for the date. I notice I had a text from Cindy;
You looked like you needed sleep. Lock the door on the way out, I'll be home late! <3
I scoop my keys from the counter and grab my purse, practically bolting out the door. I lock up and slip her key under the mat, then race to my car. I quickly drive to my house just outside of the city.
I whip the Tahoe into the driveway next to Greg's Civic, glad to see he was home. I dart inside the front door and immediately notice Greg was arguing with someone.
"¡Cállate y escúchame!" I hear Greg hiss in a tone I've never heard before. 
I creep through the living room closer to the hallway where my room is on the right and his is on the left.
"Tape it to the door. ¿Comprende?" Greg demands to whoever he was talking to.
I can't tell if he's on the phone or if there's a person in his room. But no one answers him and just then Greg stomps out of his room.
I silently back away from the corner before the hallway and turn around towards the kitchen, pretending I didn't hear Greg.
"Oh, hey Nikki. I didn't hear you come in," he looks surprised to see me.
"I literally just walked in the door. But I'm about to leave again," I quickly walk past him towards my room, ignoring the look of skepticism that spread across his face.
I have no idea who he would be talking to with such aggression. It's not like him. Honestly, usually I was the aggressor in certain situations. He's always been the sweet twin. I absentmindedly search in my closet on an outfit to change into. My hands land on a flowy black dress with thin straps.
I quickly change and walk towards my vanity mirror to retouch my makeup.
I look more refreshed after that nap.
I only have to rake my fingers through my hair to fluff it up, perks of having waves of curls.
All I really touchup is my eyeliner, refresh my mascara and pinch my cheeks to add some color. Otherwise, I'm going natural. As soon as I stand from the vanity bench the doorbell rings.
Greg makes an appoint to head for the door, but I beat him to it and slap my hand on the knob.
"Greg, I'll see you later tonight. I'm going out with a friend," I rush out, breathless.
"I won't be home until early in the morning,"giving me a heads up and a questionable look.
I nod, "be safe," giving him a stern look in return.
"You too," his stare warns back.
And I open the door, slipping out before Greg can view who was waiting at the door.
Zak. The thumping of my heart excited to see him again.
He was wearing dark blue jeans that complemented his toned thighs and just a plain black tee which were snug at the biceps. He looks so good.
"Te ves hermosa," he says in an approving voice while spinning me around getting a full view of my dress. He doesn't release my hand and instead walks me to his black lifted Jeep Wrangler. He opens the passenger door for me and helps me into the seat. His grip on my waist sends such a sweet sensation to my stomach. He bends over to buckle me in and let's his hand glide over my thighs, making that sweet momentum move further south. His woodsy cologne surrounds me in a comfortable hug.
"Thank you," I smile sweetly at him once he's at eye level after securing me in my seat.
"I hope you're hungry," his smile says for food, but his eyes tell a different story.
Yeah, starving for your touch.
"Very much so," is all I could muster.
The little space between us felt too distant and we both knew if he closed that space, we wouldn't leave.
So being the gentleman, he backs away and shuts the door in the same fluid motion. He trots around the front of the Wrangler, illuminated by the headlights and climbs in his seat.  
"Are you more of a pollo, carnitas or asada girl?" He inquires about my taco preferences.
"Actually, I'm more of a lengua girl," I admit.
"You would like tongue," he gives me a devilish grin.
And I can't help but laugh.
As we pull away I can see a set of eyes peeking through the curtain.
What's up with him?