Hell on the Heart
I am so close now to walking away
About to walk a path I've gotta take
I am packing up heading out
'Cause I can't sleep I'm dreaming way too loud
I'm so close now, so close now
To getting out
-Eli Young Band
Part VI
She, truthfully, did not mean for it to happen again. But whenever they were alone he would take her off guard and kiss her, and for whatever reason she always kissed him back, never the first one to pull away.
And then it got to the point where she waited around for him to make the move, just so she could feel his lips on hers again.
It surprised her about how little guilt she felt for cheating on her boyfriend. She felt bad, but not bad enough to try and stop that affair from happening.
She lay on the bed, Zach on top of her, without a shirt, kissing down her neck in an intimate way. Her hands clawed down his chest, his hard, firm, gorgeous chest. They fell on his tightly toned stomach as she eagerly felt them over.
"Babe," Zach gasped as he took a breath, coming up for air. "I'm starting to think you only like me for my body."
She ignored his comment because she knew he was making fun of her. She had told him was just a physical thing and she didn't feel anything more towards him then friendly feelings.
His smirk was on his face and she pushed him off of him, riled that he had killed the mood.
"Babe," he said, almost incredulously as he looked at her.
She rolled her eyes and reached for her own shirt throwing it on and tossing his towards him.
"What am I supposed to do about this?" he asked and directed his hands to his jeans which had a rather large tent in them.
She huffed and sat up. "It's your fault, take care of it."
"How's it my fault?" he complained, leisurely lying on her bed, looking at her. She looked at him for a second, but only to glare.
"You ruined the moment."
"What, by teasing you?" he asked, a boyish grin falling on his face. It was the grin he didn't show often but when he did it made her knees go week. She was thankful she was sitting on the bed.
"Yes," she snapped.
He sighed and pushed himself of the bed. He threw his shirt on. "Not my fault you have feelings for me."
She scowled. "I do not. We've been over this before."
He winked, "Again, not my fault."
"I don't have feeling for you."
He shrugged, and kissed her on the cheek and pulled back but keeping his face close to hers. Unable to help herself she looked at him, noticing the curve of his cheekbones, the way his green eyes were always bright with amusement, his hair flopping in his face, slightly sweaty from their previous activities.
"Don't scowl babe," he said. "Doesn't suit you."
And the way he said it, in such a sweet boy-friendly way she did smile, even though she tried not to.
"That's better," he concluded, stepping away, the moment before there was a knock on the door.
"Yeah?" Cammie called, her voice not missing a beat, as she already knew it was Taylor.
"Cammie, babe?" he asked.
Zach sent her another amused look, his lips still twisted into a smirk as he took a seat on the carpeted floor.
Taylor calling her babe, referred to her to Zach calling her babe, not five seconds ago, and she felt a sudden stab of guilt.
"Come in!"
Taylor entered, not at all surprised to see Zach siting on the floor adjacent to his girlfriend. The pillow in his lap overlooked, hiding Zach's massive boner. For him it had become a regular thing as he noticed they got along surprisingly well. As far as he knew they acted like brother and sister— if he only knew.
"Hi," he said, taking a seat next to Cammie on the bed, kissing her on the cheek, right in place Zach had just kissed.
She offered a small smile, different from the one she had before; force.
"Hey."
AN: Just a deeper look at Zach and Cammie's relationship. Showing Cammie doesn't feel very guilty about the whole ordeal.
And Zach was being a sweet heart :)