Rescue Mission (Stark's Daughter 8)

Chapter 22

Stretching my arms, I sit up in bed and wipe the rough sleep from my eyes. Zeke appears at the door, holding a metal tray with McDonalds breakfast on and the smell instantly spread around the room.

"Happy anniversary." I smile.

Zeke smiles back, his emerald eyes shining bright with happiness and pure golden excitement. That crooked smile that I fell in love with.

"Happy anniversary, Genius." Zeke whispers, sitting on the bed beside me.

He places the tray on my lap and sits on the bed, leaning his back on the wall and slipping an arm around my waist.

"Lucas is at Captain's all day today." Zeke announces, his lips pressed against my ear and I can't hold back the giggle.

"Are we having dinner as usual?" I ask, biting into a McDonald bacon roll and the ketchup runs against my lips.

"Yes, like every year. The same place, the same table."

"Yay!" I exclaim, leaning my body against Zeke's on the bed.

Finishing my breakfast, I place the tray on the floor and lay back down in bed. Zeke lies beside me, placing his right hand on my hip against the mattress and his left hand lacing through my messy hair. I feel his breath hot on my cheeks that causes me to involuntarily blush.

"I've missed this." I whisper.

A small smile dances across Zeke's lips and I can't stop the smile on my face either. I slip my hand over his, my fingers falling into the spaces between his.

"Do you want your present now?" Zeke whispers into my ear.

I sit bolt upright, grinning down at him. How did he remember a present? After everything that's happened recently and he remembered a present. I had to get my dad to pull some strings for me to get Zeke's at the last minute. Zeke sits up, chuckling loudly and stepping off the bed. I hadn't noticed before, but Zeke is already dressed in black jeans and a light denim shirt that forces the sparkle into his eyes.

"You got me a present?" I squeal.

"Yes, Skye and I am not expecting anything from you in return."

Zeke leans his hands on the edge of the bed in front of me, pushing his face forward. He presses his lips against mine and I smile. Zeke grips my hand and pulls me off the bed, towards the door. He leads me down the glass stairs and stops at the end. I wait on the bottom step patiently. Surprisingly, Zeke places a hand on either side of my hip and lifts me off the step. I gasp lightly as Zeke spins me around the air and stands me on the ground in front of him. I lightly punch him in the arm and Zeke just laughs out me.

"Can I point out first, I didn't know all this recent stuff would happen before I bought your present. So if you get upset, it's not my fault. Okay?" Zeke explains.

What? If I get upset?

"What do you mean?" I question.

"Close your eyes."

I do as I'm told. Feeling Zeke's hands cover my eyes from behind, he gently pushes me forward and through the living room. Zeke pushes me to turn right and I feel my feet hit glass steps.

"Mind the stairs." Zeke warns, his breath tickling my ear.

Slowly and carefully, I step down the stairs and I hear Zeke kick open the basement door. He leads me through and then forces me to a stop. I feel his hands loosen over my eyes.

"I'm going to move my hands now and you can open your eyes." Zeke says.

"If I open my eyes and you have your clothes off again, Zeke. I will not be surprised." I admit.