CPOV
~In the Cave~
Three hours have passed, and he still hasn't come back yet.
I threw another piece of wood to the fire, and watched sparks flicker from it like fireflies.
My food supply was restocked, with biscuits, dried fruit and bottled water from the cabinets (I highly doubt he would mind).
New, clean bandages and full bottles of anti's replaced the dirty stuff in the first aid kit.
My clothes were freshly laundered, and mud scraped from my shoes. Also, I kept the shirt he gave me.
Originally, I planned to take off, but the damn voice won't let me go without saying goodbye.
Five more minutes passed. I'd practically felt the sun go down two hours ago.
I felt annoyed. What was he waiting for?
If Zach was in an accident, which I also highly doubt, he could take care of himself. If he wasn't in an accident, if he stayed there the whole time I've been packing, well...
If he wasn't coming to me, then I'm coming to him.
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CPOV
~In the lake~
I found him sitting on the rock we rested on earlier, with his legs dipped knee-depth in the water.
A cold night breeze blew and I shivered, wrapping my sweater tighter against me. It tousled my hair, and I peered at Zach through a thin film of my hair.
"Hey."
I didn't respond when he said it. Instead I sat beside him on the rock, but I didn't dip my legs in the water.
"Hey." I didn't look at his face so as to avoid looking in his eyes. "I came to say goodbye."
I felt him smirk."Three days with me and then you want to go to London. Gallagher Girl, I'm starting to doubt if you really love me."
That wasn't the reason at all, but I didn't say so.
"How did you know about London?"
Then the typical cryptic Zach reply."Spy."
"I expected that."I allowed myself a little smile.
He rolled his eyes."Of course you did."
I took a deep breath.
"Zach, about earlier...about my dad...,"I trailed off.
I felt him stiffen behind me.
"...it's okay,"I finished.
"I noticed."He said wryly."What I don't get is why you're being so damn decent about it. It's not normal."
I felt annoyed again."You know why. Don't make me say it again."
"Cammie?"
"What?"
Before I knew it, his lips crashed against mine, his hands crept under my sweater until my breast was bare in his hand except for my bra.
No fair. How was I supposed to think straight when he was using his very talented hands for very effective tactics of persuasion?
I pushed him away.
And felt my cheeks redden. This was not a part of the plan.
"What...was...that?"I said, straightening my sweater.
I bet I looked like hell. My hair was probably a rat's nest, and my lips probably looked bruised and damp. Hell, I probably looked bruised and damp.
He smirked and said with complete sincerity,"I'll let you leave, but it won't hurt to give you a little something to remember me by."
I blushed even deeper.
What the hell did he mean?
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