Double Back - Mistwater Chronicles #1

Chapter Sixteen

Hey y'all! Morgan here. Hope you enjoyed the last two chapters, because I know I certainly enjoyed writing them :)

I pre-loaded the next two chapters on here so I should be able to update during the week that I'm away from my laptop, but after this is when cheerleading starts and I'll be much busier than before. So if I update a little less frequently, don't be mad -- I just won't have as much time to write :P

In happier news, Double Back hit Werewolf #399 and Teen Fiction #958!! Thanks so much for getting me up there, it's the highest I've ever been, and the first time that DB has been on the charts for two categories at once. I can never do this stuff without you guys, so thank you so much!!

And now, onward with the story. This one is kind of a filler, so I hope you guys don't get too bored :P Enjoy!

xoxo,

Morgan

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When I wake up the next morning, I feel much better than I have all week. Zack is curled around me, his bare chest pressing into my back. His arms tightly wrap around my stomach under the sheets, keeping me warmer than any blanket.

Gazing around the room, I can see evidence of our activities all over furniture: Zack's shirt next on the floor next to the bed, my bra dangling off of the doorknob, his underwear hanging off of a bedpost..

I blush, recalling the reason for a certain soreness between my legs. Laying in bed, images about all the reasons why I was crying out last night flood my mind. However, I'm forced to quickly change my train of thought as Zack wakes up. Yawning behind me, he nuzzles my neck and kisses my shoulder.

"Good morning," he says, voice husky from sleepiness. He continues to lay kisses on my body, moving upward toward my neck.

"Good morning," I answer, trying not to be distracted by his kissing my mark. I fail miserably, gasping as he sucks hard on it. "Zack.."

He inhales sharply at the mention of his name, but decides to let up the relentless teasing.

Too early, I mumble into his head. Later.

Later? He chuckles out loud, kissing me on my cheek. I'll hold you to that.

I know you will, I retort. That's kind of the point.

I roll over to face Zack in bed and he snickers. "What?"

"Nothing," he says automatically. I scowl, much to his amusement.

"It's just your hair," he mumbles. My hands fly up to feel my scalp, and I sigh when I feel that it's become a rat's nest overnight.

"It's your fault," I say, frowning playfully.

"I know," he replies, grinning. "I really do love your hair, though. It's so beautiful."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, it's beautiful until you have to deal with it every day."

"But I do deal with it."

"Digging your hands into it doesn't really qualify as 'dealing with it.'"

"Well, it's called sex hair for a reason."

I feel a blush creep up onto my face as Zack laughs softly. Removing his arms from around me, he sits up and stretches. I hear his back crack as he yawns again.

Grabbing some blankets, I pull them around myself as I start gathering up my clothes.

"Why do you have on a blanket?" Zack asks, looking confused. He's still sitting in bed, leaning against the headboard.