For the past week my mind just keeps reeling back to the kiss. The one that happened between me and Zachary. He hasn't spoken much to me since then. It bothers me in a way it shouldn't, but I also feel relived because I don't want to have to face him.
The kiss was a mistake. I should've known from the start it wasn't Colton. So why didn't I? And why did I feel the way I did? I'm so hopelessly confused about everything.
"Carter. Helllooooo earth to Carter!" I hear someone say.
"Huh? Yeah. What?" I answer the person shaking my head realizing it's my mom.
She laughs her laugh of hers and shakes her head, her blonde curls swaying around her. I look and see she's wearing a red dress with sleeves and a black boots with a white scarf and coat. I see behind her she has her suitcases begin her.
I look up with questioning eyes.
"Carter, I'm going to be gone for a little over a week. Two at the most. Michelle and I are going on a vacation. You know her husband just up and left." I nod my head.
"Well, I have decided to take her out for a while and get us and her mind away from everything." She smiles warmly at me. Then I realized why she had said "us". She's not just going because Michelle's husbands left, she's also going because it's dads death anniversary tomorrow.
She frowns as I take all this in and tears brim the edge of my eyes. I push them away and smile up at her. "Okay mom. Go and have your fun. But be safe."
" Okay! " She claps her hands together and continues on, " I left some money for food or whatever your gonna need. You can have a few people sleep over if you like. But no boys sleeping here, being I won't be here, I have told Zach the same thing about girls." I nod my head and think, great I'm going to be here alone between one to two weeks with Zachary.
I get up and give her a tight hug. We say our goodbyes and she leaves. I go upstairs and start running water for a hot shower much needed.
I forgot my phone downstairs. Crap! I still have my bra and panties on so I slip on my bathrobe. It's black with neon blue designs on it, and stops about mid-thigh. I check to see if Zach is around, then I dash downstairs and grab it.
I reach the top of the stairs and right when I close my bedroom door, Zachary is standing right there.
"What are you doing in my room?"
He turns towards me and steps closer. I have no where to go, I'm already against me door. He looks me up and down, slowly. I wrap my arms around myself, feeling self conscience and let my hair fall a little over my face.
"Just wanted to talk to you." He replies inching closer to me.
"About?"
He stops in front of me, very little space between us, and says "The kiss."
Great! Just perfect. I try to move past him but he pulls me back and closes me in. I feel my heart speed up a bit. I start bitting on my lip and his eyes land there.
"Am I making you nervous, Carter?" His voice coming out husky. I look down and don't answer. What's the point? He knows I'd be lying if I said no.
He places his finger under my chin and lifts my head up, "I asked you a question, Carter."
I nod my head and something flashes through his eyes, but it was gone as soon as it came.
"Why?" He inquires.
" I..I...I don't know really." I say in all honesty.
"Could it be because of this?" And before I could ask what he means, he starts kissing my neck and it feels so good. He nibbles and sucks and licks and it's doing all sorts of things to me, that I've never experienced.
Then I snap back to myself and go to push him off but he grabs my wrists and pins them to the door and starts kissing me. I can't help but to kiss him back. I bite his lip and he moans and pulls away.
"Zachary" I say trying to catch my breath. He looks up at me, looks away and then goes through the bathroom into his room, slamming his door causing me to jump.
I forgot all about my shower. the water is probably cold now. Ugh. Shit I let it happen again. He kissed me and I kissed him back, and I'm still with Colton.
I shake my head run to to bathroom, lock the doors and step in the shower, thankful the water hasn't turned cold yet. I scrub myself as if trying to wash away what I had done.
When I get in my room I don't even want to do anything anymore today. I sit on my bed and begin to cry. Crying for my dad, crying because I don't know what to do, and because I feel guilty about Zachary.
{ Hey guys! Sorry it's short and taking so long to update. I've been really busy lately. Thanks for waiting! }
