Zobeida De Jesus was the 20-year-old sister of Zabdiel, a member of CNCO. She was by no means riding her brother's coattails, already a successful actress in a tv show called 'Shadowhunters'. This firey, headstrong, Latina moves to Ecuador with the...
Zoe searched through her room, talking aloud to herself. She'd been looking for around five minutes and started to question her sanity. By the time she'd wrapped herself in a silk robe and looked in her dresser one last time, it had occurred to her where they might be. Tossing her head back in exasperation, she peeked her head into the hallway. She was suddenly thankful that everyone was exhausted from traveling when she snuck over to Christopher's room.
They had just gotten home that day so they hadn't been able to spend much time together quite yet. Which included sneaking into her room to spend the night. Zoe still wasn't particularly happy with the fact Christopher had waited a month after knowing they were going on tour to tell her. But, she would get over it. She slipped into his bedroom to see him unpacking his suitcase, looking up with a hopeful smile.
"Christopher Bryant Vélez Muñoz," His eyes went wide at the use of his full name, gulping in slight terror. Of course, he couldn't help but give her a once over considering how little she was wearing. Although, she could be wearing twelve layers and he'd still look at her like he wanted to take her right there. "I've spent the last half hour looking for my panties," His lips slowly slipped into a cocky smirk, knowing where this was going. "Only to find out that the few pairs I still managed to have are in the laundry. Care to tell me where the rest are?"
Christopher was aggressive when they were intimate. Which meant all of her underwear had quite literally been ripped off of her at one point or another. He was a very impatient person, not that she was any better. Zoe had broken quite a few of his button-ups from tearing them open on more than one occasion. But, at least he still had other shirts to wear. Whereas Zoe did not have any other underwear.
"I'd say I'm sorry, Princesa." He pushed off the dresser he'd been leaning against, making his way over to her. Christopher slid his hands around her waist, tugging on the red silk fabric. "But, I'm really not." Zoe rolled her eyes, smacking his upper arm. Chuckling, he pulled her to the other end of his room where his dresser sat. He reached into the upper right drawer and returned with a pair of white panties. "Here, you left these one night. Don't worry, they're clean."
For a moment, Zoe just stared at him in surprise. She couldn't believe that he would keep a pair of her underwear in his drawer, much less have them cleaned for her in case. "Sorry, that seems kinda weird." Christopher scratched the back of his head, not making eye contact with her. Zoe plucked them from his hand and tossed them over her shoulder so that they landed on his bed. "I should've given them back-"
Her hands gripped both sides of his face, bringing him down for a kiss. Christopher froze in surprise, not moving by the time she pulled away. "It's surprisingly adorable and kinda hot," Zoe admitted unashamed, pecking him one last time. "Besides," She walked over to her underwear and picked them up on her way out of the door. "I have half of your wardrobe, including boxers." Winking cheekily, she left him with a grin.
It was true, she probably had more of his clothing than her own. That being said, Christopher had a lot of clothes. She knew he'd snap out of his daze soon enough, which meant he'd be joining her in her room. Before that could happen she wanted to get dressed, and not just in her robe and underwear. Otherwise, she'd lose yet another pair. So, she quickly tugged on a pair of shorts and his shirt.
"Hey!" Christopher barged in a few seconds later, slightly dazed. Zoe was perched on her bed with Prettymuch playing on her tv. "That was not fair," He took a running leap, launching himself on top of her. She let out a small oof over his weight landing on her, laughing breathlessly. Christopher laid in between her legs, face a few inches from hers. "You owe me a kiss," Zoe tsked, running her fingers through his hair.
"Technically, you owe me a kiss. Along with some new panties," She grinned over his tiny glare, knowing he was anything but mad. Zoe rose a brow in a challenging manner, wrapping her legs around his torso. "Well? Where's my payment?" Christopher's lips twitched up into a smile, propelling himself upward to place a languid kiss on her lips.
He moved slowly, intoxicating her with every touch. His large tattooed hands slipped up her shirt, well, his shirt that she was wearing. Zoe moaned when his fingers danced along her pelvic bone, tugging on the ends of his hair. Not every kiss they shared led to something more, it was something they appreciated. The actions that were simply an expression of affection, not trying to get the other into bed. It was also something they'd never experienced with someone else, they need to just be with one another at all times.
"Now, care to tell me why you're listening to another boyband?" Thereitwas. Zoe found jealous Christopher insanely hot, just like he found it sexy when she did the same. "Because I could think of a few other people to listen too." She giggled, knowing that the boys were actually friends with the other boy-band. That's one of the reasons why it bothered him so much. That and the fact she'd talked about how she thought Nick was cute way before she was dating Christopher.
"Fine, then you can't listen to Becky or Natti anymore."
