"So, are you in?" he asked, his tone gentle, but the patience in his voice was slipping.
She took a moment to mull it over, and finally met his piercing blue eyes.
"Yes," she replied, with a shaky breath, and he let out a contented sigh.
"But unde...
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EMBARRASSMENT.
Embarrassment was the feeling I was heavily experiencing, and Zac's stoic glance was only making it worse.
"Is Maddie in there somewhere?" came his voice from in front of me, making me jump slightly in my warm spot under the covers.
When my eyes adjusted to the sun pouring in through the curtains, the first thing I noticed was that I was, indeed, missing a cover for everything below the waist. Thank the good lords above my shirt was somewhat long enough to cover...parts.
"Uh, yeah...just blanked for a minute," I laughed awkwardly, internally cringing at how weird and unstable I was at this very moment in time, "tell me why I'm missing my pants?"
"Before I say anything, you're gonna have to come downstairs and eat the breakfast I made for you," he said as he started walking towards the door, "go and brush your teeth and meet me downstairs."
I sighed, giving in because I knew he was right. I untangled my sore legs from the sheets and stepped down onto the wooden panels. What did I do last night? My legs feel like an elephant fell on them. I made it halfway to the bathroom door when my legs began to shake.
But before I had the chance to hold onto the door frame, a pair of hands reached out and caught onto me by the waist. Well, this sure felt familiar.
I had a strong urge to cry as Zac lead me to the bathroom. "Am I always gonna feel like this?" I asked, looking up at him as he concentrated on getting me on my feet properly.
"I take it you've never had, let lone consume weed before?" he asked, keeping one hand on my waist and the other on the small of my back.
I nodded, simply because I couldn't talk without letting out a tear or two. He shook his head as to confirm his thoughts, and walked over to the shower, turning the hot water on while he sat me on the bathroom counter.
"The feeling shouldn't be there more than a day max," he said gently as he started the tub, "your body isn't used to having that kind of chemical in your system, therefore, you feel like you're floating on a cloud."
I nodded again. "Isn't that what weed is supposed to do to a person?" I asked, thinking back to all the movies I've watched, and all the creepy drug-dealing scenarios I think of when crossing a sketchy place.
He walked over to the space behind me and pulled the hair tie off of my wrist, and wrapped my hair in a bun before stretching his hand for mine, and I would've rolled my eyes if I wasn't feeling so dizzy.
