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Day Two-Saturday, January 6, 2008

Th-thump. Th-thump.

'Slowly, he reached over and caressed her face with the pad of his thumb, sending waves of fire through her body, originating from the point where he'd brushed her skin.'

Th-thump. Th-thump. Th-thump.

'Heat pooled in her abdomen, and she unconsciously clenched her legs together in an attempt at controlling the raging inferno he'd brought to life in her.

'A mischievous glint glimmered in his lidded eyes as he caught the action, his lips twisting into that familiar sexy smirk.

'"Am I affecting you, querida estrella?" he asked, his dark brown, almost black, orbs laughing beneath the desire as his tongue rolled the Spanish term.

'She gulped, breathing becoming more difficult by the second. "N-no," she attempted feebly to protest.

'He laughed, the sound sensuous to her ears.'

TH-THUMP. TH-THUMP. TH-THUMP. TH-THUMP.

'"Are you certain?" His hand lowered to the crook of her neck, drawing her in closer. Her mouth watered as the sweet masculine scent of his tanned skin reached her nose. "Because your body seems to be telling me otherwise."

'She gulped. "I-it's not…"

'His shoulders shook in a silent chuckle, the movement brushing his chest against hers. She gasped.

'Immediately his laughter stopped. His eyes trained on her own plain brown ones, serious, but soft.

'"Querida estrella…," he breathed, sending shivers down her spine.

'Time down as he brought himself closer to her, closing the gap that lay between them, and oh-so-gently…'

THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-

'…pressed his lips against-'

"Morgan! We're here!"

AHHHHHHHH!!!! I cried out in my head, growling low in my throat. I was right at the good part!

"Come on, Morgan! We gotta hurry up and get dinner on the stove!"

I sighed, closing the book and clenching my eyes and jaw for a moment. "Coming, Dad." Climbing slowly from the passenger door, I shut it with maybe just a tad bit more force than necessary before running after him.

We were currently at Wal-Mart, searching for tonight's elusive meal.

Apparently, food is currently extinct in my Dad's household.

"Now, where are the eggs…?" he muttered to himself, looking over the list his girlfriend had given him before he left. By now we were in the store, Dad pushing the cart with one hand as he squinted at the loopy writing.

I rolled my eyes and laughed under my breath. God, this guy was helpless when it came to the domestic stuff.

"Give me the list," I stated, crossing my arms with one hand out to receive the aforementioned slip of paper.

He furrowed his brows, frowning down at me. "I can find it all for myself!"

I didn't even blink, just waited. Eventually he repented, handing it over reluctantly. I quickly scanned it, before ripping off the lower half with the fruits and shoving it back at him. "There, you get the fruit. I assume you can weigh them correctly?"

He huffed, stuffing the list in his pocket. "I'm not totally useless at this!"

"Mm-hm," I mumbled, then stepped forward quickly to pull the cart from him and start walking away before he knew what I was doing. "I'll be taking this!"

"Hey!" I heard him shout behind me.

I chuckled, already turning into the frozen foods section. Let's see…frozen pizza. Pepperoni, or cheese? Digorno, or Totinos? Hm, decisions, decisions.

Eh, why not both?

One decision down, I continued on my glorious adventure in Wal-Mart Land!

….

Okay, so it's not really so exciting as that. But if you believe enough, with a tiny pinch of magic, all your dreams can come true!

….

Yes, I am quoting Spongebob, you got a problem with that?!

No?

I didn't think so.

As I walked, I started humming a song under my breath. "I am an arms dealer, fitting you with, weapons in the form of words…"

I got to the chorus right as I turned into cereal isle, but was too caught up in my singing and scanning the rows for Lucky Charms that I didn't notice the person coming down the isle in front of me doing the exact same thing.

"I'm a leading man, and the lies that I weave are oh so intricate~! Oh so intricate~!-OOF!"

Once again, I found myself knocked to the floor, lifting my head to see the same beautiful orbs I'd encountered the day before.

Zero stood in front of me, arms crossed, silver brow raised in question. I just widened my eyes, until finally, sighing, he held a hand out to me.

I blinked at it a few times, coming back into myself after the shock his eyes had unloaded on my fragile senses, and grabbed a hold of his hand to let him pull me up.

"We have got to stop meeting like this," he murmured, steadying me on my feet.

I chuckled a little. "Yeah."

We stood there for a moment, both looking at the other, a kind of semi-awkward silence settling in the atmosphere. I glanced at his cart, noting the items in there.

Pizza, pizza, ramen, Doritos, pizza, Slim Jims, pizza, and what looked to be a thick slice of still bleeding meat.

Wow.

"Do you always eat like that?" I questioned, pointing to the various junk food items in his cart.

He followed the direction of my finger with his eyes. "What of it?"

I blinked. "Dude, you are so going to die before you hit thirty."

He frowned, the corner of his pale, perfect lips turning down. "Why do you say that?"

I huffed. "Because everyone knows if you only eat that stuff on a daily basis you'll get sick from lack of nutrients, not to mention you'll gain more than a few pounds."

He smirked. "I've been eating like this since I was little, and I have yet to get sick or gain weight."

I narrowed my eyes at him.

Lucky sonovabitch.

"However," he trailed, eyes scanning me over from head to toe, "I can't exactly say the same for you can I?"

My jaw dropped, eyes widening. Did he…did he just make a fat joke?!

Straightening my shoulders, I pursed my lips, pushing past him after grabbing my cart. I walked about halfway down the aisle before his voice caught up to me.

"Hey! Wait!"

I didn't turn around, not caring how cute he was; I was not going to stand around and listen to him insult me.

"I said WAIT!"

All of a sudden Zero came up from my side, swerving his cart around so it effectively blocked mine. I was forced to a stop, and sent a glare at him. "What?"

He exhaled, running a hand through quicksilver locks as he leaned against the handlebars. "Look, I'm sorry. I was just kidding around. I didn't mean it."

I appraised him coolly. "You should never say things like that. I have friends who get picked on for being overweight, and I don't appreciate it when guys like you think they're so gorgeous they can get away with ridiculing others. It's rude, immature, and just plain mean. Just because I'm not one of those girls who would open their legs for you at the snap of your fingers, doesn't give the right to comment on my or my friends' appearances."

Zero closed his eyes, nodding stiffly. "Alright. Sorry."

I sighed, then gave him a small, tentative smile. "Good."

He stared at me, silver-aqua-lilac eyes connecting with my own. Something new stood out there this time, I noticed. Was that a glimmer of respect?

He pulled his gaze away, pulling the cart out and making his way further down the aisle. When he reached the end, he turned back to me, brow raised in question. "Coming?"

I cocked my head. Okay…apparently we were shopping together now. I shrugged, following after him.

Ten minutes or so later found us in the dairy aisle near the milk. I couldn't help but notice how his long fingers seemed as pale as the cream cheese he reached for in one of the freezers, or the way his quicksilver hair caught the light off the shiny hamburger packaging…

I blinked mentally.

Wait a second, I thought, did I seriously just compare a part of his anatomy to cream cheese, and comment on beef packaging and hair in the same sentence?

I nearly groaned aloud at the revelation. Good God, there was something wrong with me.

I was so busy bemoaning my poor choice in metaphors in that little world I call my brain, I didn't notice the precariously leaning tower of Hostess Twinkies I was currently walking by, nor did I notice the little boy who seemed to think spinning around in circles directly next to said tower of Twinkies was fun, before he stumbled and bumped right into it.

I looked up just in time to see the boxes come tumbling down before I closed my eyes and put my arms in front of my eyes to shield myself.

Is this really how I'm going to die? I found myself wondering. Death by Twinkie? Sam and Ariel are going to love this.

I suddenly felt myself being jerked away from the fall, and pulled into a solid chest. Opening my eyes, I found myself staring at the front of a black turtleneck. Well, so much for my Twinkie induced end.

Tilting my head up, I smiled at Zero, who had been the one to pull me out of the way. "Thanks!"

He nodded, not saying anything, just continuing to look at me.

We stood there for a little while, until the crowd-which had gathered around to see the avalanche of creamy sponge cake pastries-started to whisper amongst themselves.

"-oh, aren't they so cute-"

"-what a good boyfriend, protecting her like that-"

"-adorable! I simply must take a picture-" It was that last murmur that made me realize we were still standing there, he was still holding me, and we were currently staring at each intently. These three things apparently seemed to scream couple to the onlookers.

Better to remedy the situation now, before they get their-and, I admit, my-hopes up.

I pulled away, grabbing my abandoned cart and walking away. "Shall we continue?" I tossed at him over my shoulder.

The squeaking of rusty cart wheels behind me was my only answer.

That night, as I lay in bed in my room, I reminisced over the events of the day.

Zero and I had parted soon after the Twinkie incident, but not before he'd asked me what school I went to. When I told him, he'd seemed to be a bit…happy.

This confused me.

I sighed, rolling over to get more comfortable. I wrapped my arms around myself, as the memory of what it had felt like to have him hold me safely in his arms came unbidden to my mind.

I smiled gently to myself, before slipping into a dreamless sleep.

He'd been warm.

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