"You know that shouldn't have happened, right?" Zoe whispered, grinning in satisfaction as she lay in bed beside Nick; she was still breathless and the sheets were tangled strangely around her after their liaison. She just could not stay angry at him, well she could, but all that anger seemed to convert to arousal when she was within ten feet of him; turning her on was his special skill, it didn't take much, just a wink or the way his voice became lower when he spoke to her – he could have her drop her knickers with one word.
Nick raised an eyebrow "is that right, because what your hand is doing right now tells me you want round two" he murmured, he's velvet like voice sending tingles up and down her spine as her hand teased him gently. He rolled on top of her, smiling as her legs drew up around his hips, in an age old routine that they'd perfect so well and never disappointed. His thrusts had her quivering beneath him and he'd hate to be a neighbour how had to listen to her moans, which seemed to reach a crescendo rather quickly. "You know things will never be over between us, don't you? If doesn't matter how many others there are, me and you are supposed to be together" Nick whispered, pulling Zoe close to him and holding her possessively, he wasn't sure he'd get another chance after tonight.
"Nick…" Zoe pleaded. She didn't want her life complicated any further, it was a constant internal battle between a Max and Nick, a battle of which the outcome had no clear winner. They both had their faults and their strengths. She sighed loudly, trying to enjoy the moment with Nick, being in his arms is what felt right, where she felt safe and protected from anything that would ever hurt her. Nicks power over everyone made her feel safe.
"Please don't deny it Zoe" Nick replied, squeezing her gently "if you really want to be with him then that's fine I'll let you go and long as I know you'll be happy" he told her, his stomach knotting at the mere thought of letting her go. "Just ask yourself, though. Can he make you happy? Does he make you feel like I do when were together, does he make you scream like I do? Does he make you feel safe and can he give you what I can?"
His list of questions went on, Zoe barely listening as she mulled things over in her head – as much as she wanted to answer yes, she just couldn't not to them all. She was falling for Max, his charm and his personality, but she wasn't in love with him; she doubted she'd ever love anyone while Nick Jordan took up such space in her heart. "Just stop it Nick" she pleaded, trying to diminish the internal battle going on in her head, and heart.
"I'd give you the world Zoe, anything you want. Can he do that?" Nick questioned as he headed fm the bed and through to the shower, leaving her to think and hoping that he'd been persuasive enough.
Zoe felt tears stinging her eyes as she thought, she knew that inevitably, someone was going to get hurt. This is why she liked being single, the only choices she had to make were whether to buy Jimmy Choos or Louboutin's and if she should buy a bottle of red or white. She could barely even look at Nick as he returned from his shower and she got up to take hers. She stood under the water, forehead against the tiles in the hope that the water would wash away her problems.
Nick smiled as he made Zoe's bed, picking Cher underwear from the bed post, he wasn't sure how it ended up hanging there, but somehow, standing in her bedroom, holding her lacy thong as he was tiding up seemed to throw up everything he stood to lose, again. Her phone buzzed on the side, a generic message tone, indicating a text. He looked over his shoulder, checking Zoe was still in the shower and picked the phone up. His heart sank he as noted it was from Max, her new beau.
Hey babe, change of plan. I'll be back tomorrow morning, about eight - I'll get a taxi to yours x
Nick choked slightly, he was banking on staying the night. He wasn't sure if he felt guilty as he deleted the text message and switched Zoe's phone to silent. If Max caught them together, at least he'd know the truth – quick and painless, like ripping a plaster off. Well, maybe not painless… He smirked as Zoe climbed into bed beside him and settled herself on his chest, tomorrow would be interesting.