Do Players Fall In Love?

Chapter 40.

Chapter 40.

Zach's P. O. V.

"Zach," a soft voice says beside me. Slowly coming into reality, there's a loud pounding in my head. I groan, laying on my stomach, and a hand trails up and down my back.

My head is swimming, the effects of the alcohol from the night before still not totally dissolved. "What time is it?" I mutter, lifting my head slightly to look at Taylor. "5:32"

My breath catches in my throat when I see her. Her hair is slightly frizzy towards the roots, eyes tired, and lips the sweetest shade of pink I've seen. Her skin looks so creamy and smooth that I just admire her for a few seconds.

"You're an asshole," Taylor says, sighing. I stay silent because yeah, I am. I wrack my brain for details from the night before.

Ricky's house. Taking shots. Mark taking me home. Laid down. Kissed Taylor and-

Shit.

I told her I loved her. She didn't say it back.

"I didn't mean-"

"I waited for you all night," she says next to me, a hand still on my back, scratching gently. Her tone isn't angry, just confrontational.

"I know. I'm sorry, baby girl. I don't have an excuse, I lost track of time." My heart is fucking pounding in my chest, and maybe if she would just stop looking at me I could think straighter.

"Just please, don't have it happen again. Obviously I don't care if you hangout with them, they're your friends, just, you know, the whole getting smashed and coming here, it wasn't fun," she ended, her eyes not meeting mine.

"Promise," I whisper, closing my eyes again to try to dull the pain. Flying with a hangover is gonna be fucking awful.

"Do you even remember anything?"

"Um," Other than I told you I loved you and you didn't say it back, "Not really." Her face falls, and I'm too embarrassed to even look at her. I knew it was too fucking soon, if drunk me could keep his mouth shut. I swear if he were an actual person I would beat his ass worse than I beat Bentley.

"You had a tissue on your face and thought you went blind."

That's news to me. I let out an exasperated groan, burying my face back into the pillow. "No I didn't," I denied.

She smiles, "You did."

I sit up at a very controlled pace, wondering how I'm supposed to get on a plane like this. I guess last night wasn't one of my brightest nights. "Do you have everything ready?" Taylor asks me, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. My eyes nearly jump out of my fucking skull when I see what she's wearing. Nothing but my t shirt and I assume underwear. How did I not notice this?

"Hello? Earth to Zach?" She says, waving a hand in front of my face. A slight blush creeps onto her cheeks and fuck, if this isn't the hottest girl I've ever seen...

"Would you stop looking at me like that? It's like the same thing as a swimming suit," she says, putting all her weight onto her knees, tugging on the bottom of the shirt that reaches just below her ass.

"I can't help it, you're sexy."

She laughs out loud, head thrown back. "I just woke up!"

"I know," I mutter. I'm so lucky that she's not too angry about last night. Maybe the whole 'I love you' shook her out of anger, replaced by confusion. It doesn't matter anyway, she thinks I forgot it and hopefully it won't be brought up again until she says it herself, meaning it.