His Only Drug

Chapter 22

Zelsa's POV:

Waking up to the familiar aroma of pancakes, the sweet smell made my mouth water as soon as my eyes fluttered open. I took some time to fix my gaze and focus on my surrounding. The room seemed familiar. Too familiar.

This is my room! 

Wait a minute. Why am I in my room? Wasn't I supposed to be at the diner?

Was I dreaming?!

Panic kicked in and I leaped out of my bed. Practically sprinted my way to the kitchen, I went in search for the only person who would answer me. I watched him drink the juice straight from the carton, while I stood rooted to the ground like a tree.

"You know I've got glasses and cups in the left cabinets below the kitchen aisle." I rolled my eyes while taking small steps towards him.

He stood there in silence, not uttering a single snarky remark. His intense gaze never left mine. He studies my each move, carefully.  

"Why am I home?" I spoke, breaking the unexplained trance we were in.

I noticed his jaw clenching, his muscles tensing. Something seemed off. 

What happened to him? 

I moved closer to him in a swift motion, until we were so close that I could feel his hot breaths fanning my face.

"Are you alright?" I whispered softly while my thumb made an involuntarily contact with his jawline. With a newfound confidence, I lightly stroked his jaw. I noticed him flinch but he relaxed soon after.

"Just a lot going in my head." He sighed.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

He looked at me as if I grew another head. His brows scrunched in surprise and a look amusement washed over his face. I caught the tiny smile which made its way to his lips.

"No. But thanks for the offer." He says, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear while giving me his breath-taking smile. 

Oh damn!

For a second, I wanted to stay in this moment for as long as possible. Just him and me. I was starting to like his annoying presence. I like this side of him.

But as always my mind interrupted, "Careful!"

Breaking our moment, I moved towards one of the stool and hopped on it. I didn't dare to turn and look at him because I knew I was making it awkward. Clearing my throat, I continued "So what do we have chef Zach?"

He sighed before leaping towards the isle.

"This chef would love to present you a plate of delicious pancakes with maple syrup and strawberries." He said, mimicking a French accent.

He walked around and served before bowing like a waiter which made me giggle at his silly yet adorable behaviour.

Adorable? 

Shaking my weird thoughts away, I took a bite and pretended to be deep in consideration. He gave me a nervous look and I burst into fits of laughter. 

This guy is something else. 

"So how am I home?" I asked casually, before stuffing my face with food. 

He sighed before taking a seat next to me. 

"How much do you remember?" Seriousness laced his voice.

"Uh.. I remember going to the diner and-" My eyes widened as I recalled the events. The dark side. Those guys. The head injury.

I didn't even realize I was shaking with an unknown fear until Zach wrapped his arms around me. I looked up only find a foregin emotion held in those honey brown orbs. This felt oddly right. Strangely, I felt safe. In his arms.