His Only Drug

Chapter 25

Zach's POV:

The moment our lips met, it was electrifying. My hands automatically circled her waist, pulling her closer to me. Her lips we soft, warm, and welcoming. I could kiss her all night. Somewhere during the kiss, my tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring her mouth while she moaned. I nibbled her lower lip which resulted in another moan. 

Damn, this mouth is doing things to me. 

Or rather, this girl is doing things to me. My subconscious chimed. 

Her hands were in my hair, tugging them lightly. I groaned in response, my hands traveled south; settling on her butt. Rubbing my palm around her perfect round butt, I deepened the kiss. 

Her moans grew louder each time my hands moved. There was nothing more I wanted but to take her right here, right now. It would be too much. Too soon.

I broke the kiss, letting her breathe. And let me tell you, she looked one hot mess. Her hair all messed up, her eyes holding a lustful gaze and her lips swollen. A part of me was dancing like a kid at Christmas. I kissed her. I fucking kissed her.

And she kissed me back! Not once but twice.

I wrapped my arms around her thin frame, feeling her steady breaths against my chest. We stood in perfect silence for what seemed like hours but were mere minutes. A little later, I led her to her bed and tucked her in.

Tonight, no words were exchanged. I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead, letting my lips linger over her skin. This girl was something.

Soft snores filled the eerily silent room.

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I woke up with someone stroking my hair. Zelsa

I smiled before cracking my eyes open. Her eyes were trained on mine as if calculating my moves. 

What are you thinking?

"Good morning, sunshine." Sunshine?  Really Zach?

Zelsa instantly tensed. She retracted her hands from my hair as if it burned her. I knew something was up. Something's wrong, I can feel it. I can see the wheels spinning. She's thinking. No, overthinking and over analyzing things. 

"What's wrong?" I asked, softly caressing her cheeks.

"Why did you kiss me?" She replied bluntly. Honestly, I did not expect that. Usually, girls love when I kiss them but Zelsa is different. She's not like them.  

"Because I wanted to. Hey, I don't want you to think I'm trying to make a move on you or something, especially when you're still getting over Ethan. I just-" I stopped midway, not able to tell her the truth. 

"You just what?" 

Sighing, I began. "I like you, Zelsa. And not because you're letting me stay here or helping me out but because you're a very interesting person. I wanna learn more about you. I want to know what makes you smile, what brings peace to you. I wanna see every side of you, Zee. I don't want you to think I'm trying to seduce you. No. I just-" I trailed off.

"He's my brother." She whispered, almost inaudible. My brows creased in confusion.

"Ethan. He's not my boyfriend if that's what you're wondering. He's my brother." She sat up, resting her head on the headboard. Her eyes were shut as if she was remembering something. A tear escaped the corner of her. In an instant, I was by her side. 

"Two years ago, I lost him. He died, because of a drug overdose. After my parents died, he was my only family. We weren't blood-related, umm, my parents- they adopted him when they lost all hopes. He was my best friend, my partner in crime. I didn't know how or when he started it but every time he tried quitting, his health deteriorated. And one day, he was gone. Just like that." 

I wrapped my hands around her and pulled her into my chest. She was sobbing, uncontrollably. Jesus, it's not easy to watch someone you love die in front of you. 

"I tried Zach, I really did. To save him. But I couldn't. I couldn't tell him that I love him. I couldn't say goodbye. I cou-ouldn't." Her cries pierced through my heart. I can understand her pain.

"MOM! Wake up! Mom, please wake up. I'm here. I've got you. Talk to me." But she didn't move. She just laid on the cold, hard floor. Her hair sprawled all over the place with her body getting colder with each passing second.

I snapped out of my thoughts, "Shush, baby. I know it's hard. I know. But you did everything you could. It's okay."

She continued crying into my arms, but I held her close to me. Something inside me stirred, I didn't want to let her go. I wanted to take away her pain, but I know I can't and it pissed me off. It angered me that I can't do anything about it. That's when it struck me.

"Zee, is this why you're helping me? Because I remind you of Ethan."

She sniffed and wiped her tears before turning away from me. I was right!

"Baby, talk to me?" I insisted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. 

Even though she was right in front of me, it still felt like she was far away from my reach. I have so many questions unanswered. I was trying my best to hold my anger from spilling out. 

She didn't do it because she wanted to but because she wanted to save another Ethan. 

"Are you mad at me?" Her soft voice broke my train of thoughts and I turned to her. Her crestfallen expression pained me. 

Pulling her towards me, I got her on my lap. She immediately wrapped her tiny frame around me as my hands instantly snake around her waist, holding her close to me. I let myself inhale her intoxicating fragrance while I rock her like a baby. Because she needs it. She needs someone to hold her, tell her things are gonna be fine. Someone who would take care of her because she has been the one to take care of others.

At that moment I realized how much she cared for me and even though her reason for helping me seems absurd, she somehow felt obligated to help me. She could have ignored me that night and left. She could have left me to deal with my withdrawals. She could have easily thrown me out of her house. Yet here she is, in my arms thinking that I'm mad at her. 

She should be the one to be upset at me, not the other way around. I have been nothing but an asshole to her, believing that she is naive and gullible when in reality she's much more than that. 

"I can never be mad at you," I whispered. She titled her head slightly, making me move a little further from her face. 

Jesus! Can she be any more gorgeous?

Even with teary eyes and puffy lips, this woman looks hella luscious compared to all those skanky bitches I've been with. 

Before she could protest or respond I pressed my lips on hers. She stiffed in my arms but eventually relaxed. Her mouth melted with mine as we let our tongues danced and explore each other's mouths. 

 Abruptly she pulled away, hiding her beautiful face behind her tiny hands.

"What's wrong?"

"We haven't even brushed. Ew! How do you even want to-" I couldn't help but laugh at her words. After everything, brushing our teeth is the first thing on her mind? Silly girl.

She stared at me blankly as her cheeks flush, I attempted to pull her but she swiftly moved out on my reach. She got on her feet and quickly rushed to the bathroom while I chuckled, falling back on the bed. 

Silly girl.