His Only Drug

Chapter 17

Dedicated to poppyliz2

Zelsa's POV:

I woke up with a strong pair of arms securing my waist, locking me in an awkward position as my head lay on a hard chest. I blinked a couple of times before opening my eyes and realising my current situation. Episodes of last night flooded my mind.

I felt something stir underneath me. Crap! Zach was in my bed, I froze when I turned to take a look at him. He groaned and his grip on me tightened. Oh my god, what does he think I am. A pillow? Moments later his eyes fluttered open and a small smile crept on his face. I felt something weird happening in my belly when he pulled me closer and nuzzled in my hair, like the way he did last night.

"Good morning, gorgeous." I blust at the choice of his words.

"Morning." I replied, suppressing my smile and ignoring the burn in my cheeks.

He stared at me as if trying to read my mind. I felt my cheeks heat up even more under his gaze. Why is he looking at me like that?

"Any plans?" He finally broke the silence.

"Not really."

"Good." And his boyish grin was back.

In one swift move he rolled over me and scrambled out of the bed. "Go get a shower, I have something in my mind." He announced before leaving me.

I sat there in confusion, processing his words. Within minutes, he walked back in my room with a Grinch grin. Peeling the duvet off me, he dragged me inside the washroom.

Not feeling the energy to put up a fight, I simply groaned by did as instructed. Pushing him out, I stripped out of my clothes and turned on the shower. Feeling the warm water hitting my bare skin, I was beginning to relax. They soothed my aching thoughts and calmed my nerves. I took my time to clean up, enjoying my stay under the warm water.

Walking back into my room, I stood infront of my closet debating whether to dress up fancy or choose something comfy. I went with the latter. Wearing my favourite demin shorts I paired it with a grey sweatshirt. My stomach grumbled when the smell of something sweet hit my nostril.

I walked into the kitchen and found Zach pouring some batter into a pan. Taking my time, I studied his features when he was busy. His brows were slightly furrowed indicating his focus was fixed. His hair sprawled over his forehead while beads of water dripped lightly, glistening his face. His lips were slightly parted and he wore one of Ethan's clothes. I guess he managed to look okay.

Fine, he looks good.

"Like what you see, babygirl?" He spoke with his gaze still fixed on the pan.

"Uh.." I trailed off not knowing what to say.

Holy shit, he knew I was staring at him.

That's because he knows he's undeniably sexy. My heart said.

That he is. I thought to myself.

"Are you okay? You've been smiling like a creep for the past 10 seconds." A mix of confusion and amusement plastered his face.

"Uh.. nothing."

"You're weird." He shook his head while chuckling.

"I am not." I fired back.

"Yes. You are." He smirked at me.

"No."

"Yes."

"Am not."

"Are so."

"I. Am. Not. Weird." I emphasised on every single and stumped my feet on the floor like a toddler before exiting the kitchen, in a huff.

I slumped on the couch and folded my arms over my chest like a four year old. A couple of minutes later, a plate of delicious, mouth watering pancakes floated infront of my vision. I saw Zach holding the plate with an apologetic smile. I turned without giving him another look. He sat on his knees infront of me; offering me the plate he said, "Zelsa Ann William, will you please forgive me?"

Okay, this was something I wasn't expecting! My heart thumped.

"Apology accepted." I nodded and grabbed the plate before digging into it.

A little while later, I realised Zach's eyes on me. I felt kinda embarrassed. I met his eyes; they reflected amusement.

"What?" I asked out of confusion.

"You look adorable." He smiled at me like an idiot.

"Are you making fun of me?" I cocked a brow.

"I wouldn't dare." His hands went up in surrender.

"Better." I continued to enjoy my breakfast, not caring that his gaze was still on me.

After finishing up Zach asked for my car keys, that I handed him with a skeptic look.

"Trust me, this'll be fun." He held my hands like the way he did last, sending a tingling feeling down my belly. Stupid butterflies. 

We drove until we reached the same cafe on the outskirts of the city.

"Are we going to meet Martha?" I asked him as he pulled over the sideways.

"No. Do you want anything to eat?"

Before I could respond, he just left the car mumbling 'of course you'll eat something.'

He didn't take much time, before emerging through the cafe door. He was holding food. A lot of food. After dumping them on the backseat, he started to drive again.

I might've slept for an hour because I don't remember the way which led to this place. The view infront of me was breathtakingly gorgeous. The avenue was undeniably beautiful.

"Are we there yet?" I asked, impatiently.

"Almost there." He replied while his eyes were glued to the road.

We took a turn inside the tree filled area and drove. The road wasn't smooth but worth driving.

The engine came to a halt. And what stood in front of me took my breath away.