The Boy Next Door

That's What Friends Do

I have a question. Should I keep doing recaps? I feel like they could get annoying but they are helpful if you don't want to go reread the whole last chapter especially if I haven't updated in a while. Let me know what you think. Yes to Recaps, or No to Recaps? I'm just curious. Btw do you like the new cover?I thought adding color and a fresh picture might attract more readers. I really like it.

Recap:

Zane let out a gasp as he observed my body sprawled out on his bed.

"Is this too much?" his breathing was rapid and his cheeks were tinted pink

"No.." whimpered steering his lips hungrily back to mine

"I love you" he whispered crisply in my ear

"I love you more" I smiled as he slid his husky hands around my waist

Chapter 22: That's What Friends Do

I propped up on my weak hands and coiled out of the snug bed. While scanning the ground for my clothes, which were scattered like Sherlock Holmes clues along the polished wooden floor, the vivid sun poured in through the cracked window. The early morning chill hit my bare skin which was used to the heat of his body and I admired the little trophies hung on the wall remembering where I was.

Bra and panties didn't provide much warmth so I quickly wiggled back into my jeans and raked my fingers through the ends of my tangled hair.

Zane stirred in the bed and rose drowsily while adjusting the boxers drooping past his slim hips. His hair was sloppily feathered on the back of his head like a kids from a long slumber and his muscles rippled and flexed as he stretched in silence.

It wasn't what it looked like.

We slept together. No we didn't sleep together, as in sex, we literally just slept together. As in, close your eyes, cuddle, and dream kind of sleep. I needed to spend more time with him. Especially, with his life on the line. Spending the night was one of my only options.

Zane draped one of his scent filled shirts over my shoulders, buttoned it up, wrapped his smooth hands around my waist, and landed a sweet kiss on my neck.

"Are you going to school?" I questioned running my fingers through his soft dark hair 

"I can't I have another stupid appointment" his sleepy deep voice vibrated through his bare chest

I observed his blank face and his body appeared restless and fragile. His skin was pale and bloodless and had a coldness too it. I could feel him trembling beneath my arms, and for once I felt useless. I never saw this side of him because he always painted on a fake smile just for me. Just to be my Spiderman.

I couldn't just beat up his cancer and make him healthy again. There wasn't a special pill to just magically zap it away. I could only stand back and watch my only source of comfort crumble right in front of me and hope and pray that a miracle would magically come along.

"Are you gonna be okay?" my eyes met his

"I'll be fine don't worry about me Zoey..." he murmured into my hair and took a long deep breath

The way he said it was stern but also reassuring. I didn't argue.

"Okay" I whispered back as his pupils danced around my face

"I'll see you later, Clumsy" he chuckled and casually pinched my side causing my feet to slip from under me

Before I could impact and smash into the hardwood floor, his manly grip lifted me up lightly and into his chest like a grain of sand on Pebble Beach. I wrapped my arms around his neck and giggled because his lips curled into a simple yet contagious smile.