Do Players Fall In Love?

Chapter 34.

Chapter 34.

Zach's P. O. V.

After she said those words, I shake my head and smile. I do love it, I really do.

"Let's eat some soup and then we can lay down for a little until we have to talk to Blake and Lauren." I suggest, already dreading the conversation. He's my best friend, but how much of an idiot can you be to cheat on your girl like that and then have the audacity to lie to me like that? He told me his grandpa had hip surgery, but he was clearly hanging around that neighborhood for a different, sluttier reason.

She shrugs. "I'm not even really hungry."

Her eyes are clouded and I just wish I could take all of her worry and put it onto myself, so she won't have to deal with this.

"You need to eat something, you haven't eaten all day and you need your nutrients up." I say, changing the subject and walking towards her. She rolls her eyes and
and crosses her arms.

"Can we just lay down first? Just for a little and then we can eat some soup," she asks, looking at me in a way that I can't describe. A way that makes my stomach sink due to heavy emotions that I dare not to label as a certain four letter word because for fuck's sake now is NOT the time. I lean in for a kiss, but instead of being short and sweet like I intended, I end up holding onto her mouth, hoping she can read what I feel. She pulls away and smiles at me.

"Only for a little, let's go dork." I tell her.

I lead out of the kitchen and upstairs into her room, grabbing some water from the fridge beforehand. My girl gotta stay hydrated. We lay down for not even ten minutes and her breath slows into a rhythm, signaling that she's asleep. She has her head next to mine, facing me. Her hair is up in a messy bun and I reach back and slowly unravel her hair. I take the hair tie and pull it onto my wrist while her hair falls back behind her. She has one arm tucked under her pillow and the other held close to her chest. I can't help but stare. She's so beautiful, and I can't believe she's given me the chance to be hers.

It's then I notice a small bead of sweat from her forehead. I touch her neck gently and she's burning. She does have my sweatshirt on, and two blankets. Moving the blankets out of the way, I hitch up the sweatshirt above her stomach a little, and see that she is wearing a tank top underneath.  I continue to roll up the sweatshirt, gently moving her arms to help me take it off. She's burning up and needs to cool down some way. A small groan escapes her mouth, and I stop. Then I resume once she seems settled again.

When I pull the sweatshirt off though, I see a black smudge on her arm. Come to think of it, I have never seen her bare arms. Even with a short sleeve she always has on bracelets. With closer inspection, my jaw drops.

No fucking way. I grab her wrist slowly, and turn it towards me to see it better.

She has a tattoo? It's an anchor, much like the one that's on the back of her phone case, etched carefully with a cursive "strength" underneath it.

I would have never guess in a million years she would have a tattoo. My girl is fucking tatted.

A million questions circle my head. Why didn't she tell me? Why did she get it? What else could she be hiding from me?

I always thought I knew Taylor, but now I'm not so sure. My eyes glance back at her sleeping face and she looks so peaceful. I can't help but feel upset that she kept this from me.

Just then, the doorbell rang from down below. Before I could react, Taylor's eyes shot open, bloodshot and alert.

"Hey, hey, it's just the bell," I whisper, combing her hair with my hands while she lays back down. Her arms stretched up while she says, "My mom ordered a crib online and it was coming to- Shit."