Chapter 18: Why thank you.

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Zac piggy backs me to my bedroom and throws me on the bed with a chuckle, "I hope Conroy follows through with the plan," I shuffle backwards so that I am leaning against the headboard.

 "Me too," Zac crawls between my legs and rests his head on my stomach.

 "If he tells the club that he doesn't need to fight anymore, because he has the money then surely he will be able to remove myself from this horrible situation, and get on with his life," I voice my thoughts while running my hands through Zac's hair.

 He hums in agreement wrapping his arms loosely around my waist. I begin to regret my decision to wear a crop top as he starts to blow raspberries on my tummy. But the air tonight is extremely warm. The sneaky boy slides his hands up my top resting just below my boobs.

 "What are doing Mr?" I look at him through my eyelashes.

 "Loving my girlfriend," He says plainly and skims his fingers over the underside of my boobs. 

Confession time right now, I've always dreamed I'd have a boyfriend and we would lie like this just chilling and sneaking kisses every now and then. Now that it is actually happening and although the heat is killing me, I feel on top of the world. When me and Tide dated it was a lot making out and not much just enjoying each other's company. I am so damn fortunate to have a boyfriend like Zac. 

"Tell me about your day," I push his hair out of his eyes so I can talk to his face not his hair. 

"Well I have this boy I mentor and his mom just died of lung cancer and his father left years ago. So I'm trying to figure out whether I take him in or try find a better solution for him. He's only thirteen and he nearly got caught up in the gangs but I can't let that happen. So I'm struggling a lot. Then they gave me my first girl to mentor today. She's eleven, has anxiety and anger problems. Her father is an alcoholic and is in rehab- he's a good guy just addicted to the liquor. Her mum works as a high school teacher for special needs children. So she lacks the attention, she is loved by her parents, they just lack the time spent with her. She beat up a kid at school so they sent her to the youth center to see if we can help. I just feel for her because she's so lost. Today has just been emotionally draining, it feels so good to be able to snuggle up with you and forget about it for a while," his fingertips trace the outline of my ribs. 

"I can actually help you, there is a lady I know who fosters children. Her house is full of love and care, each kid has their own room. She fosters them till they are old enough to leave and three of the five kids she had, have left. I actually went to school with them. She pays for them to do sport so if she took on this boy, he wouldn't have time to hang with the wrong crowd. They live just up the road actually. I will give you her number and for that girl I would love to meet her. Maybe she just needs a big sister figure. We could take her on an adventure with her mum and show her family love while helping her to see that her mum truly does love her," I suggest.

"You are so thoughtful and caring Penelope. Thank you so much baby girl," He shuffles up  my body a little more. He places a soft kiss on my lips. Then another one and another and another till we're nearing making out. 

His hand tugs at my top and I let him slide it over my head, the breeze coming from the window tickles at my spine, that's exactly what I needed. He pulls away to look at me. I don't feel insecure as he stares at me in my bra, because I know for certain than he isn't here just for my body. 

"So beautiful," He whispers against my forehead before placing a gentle kiss. "You can't be alone," He chuckles and tugs his own top over his head. I grin up at him before admiring just how toned my boyfriend is.

He sits up cross-legged pulling me onto his lap so my legs are wrapped around his waist. I can't help but giggle as he covers my face in kisses.  "You are so precious baby girl ," he hums giving my cheek an Eskimo kiss. 

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