Next one! Sorry that it's late!

"Cereal or eggs?" asks Zach, his warm arms wrapping around my waist.
"Cereal, 'cause it's less work and less to wash." I reply.
"But if you want eggs, I'll make 'em."
"I'm more of a cereal person. Besides, you'd probably burn the eggs. Even though that's almost impossible."
"Are you saying I can't cook?"
"Uh... yeah, I guess I am."
"Then let me prove you otherwise." He pulls his arms away, setting off to find a pan.
"Where are the bowls and silverware?" he points to two drawers. "'K, thanks." I bend down and grab a blue bowl form the first drawer, closing it with my hand. I open the second one and grab two forks and a spoon, shutting it with my hip. I spot plastic plates on the counter and grab two, putting them on the table. I set up the places, and hand the spoon to Zach, who's already cracked a few eggs.
"Thanks."
"No problem." I pull out my chair and sit down, looking over at Zach and watching him cook the eggs. Although I said I wouldn't, I catch myself staring at him. Every flex of his muscles, slight twitch in his back...
I can't believe he's mine.
Or, more likely, that I'm his.
Little bits of everything we did last night and this morning flash in my head.
I sink farther into thoughts of Zach. His smirk, his smile, his lips, his eyes, his hair, his body...
"Hey, Cammie! You in there?" Asks Zach, pulling me out of my trance.
"Yeah, just zoned out. Sorry."
"Thinking about me?"
"Of course." We share a laugh as I realize he's put the eggs on our plates. "They look and smell good."
"Try 'em, see if they taste good. I think they do." I grab my fork and stab at a piece of an egg. I bring to my mouth, slide it in, and chew.
He cooks, too? :-)
"They're really good! I didn't think they'd be this yummy!" I exclaim. He chuckles.
"Told ya so."
"Yeah, you did." I smile at him, and we continue eating in a comfortable silence.

"Hello… nobody!" I yell into the house, shutting the door behind me. "Anybody home?"
"Just me." I hear Sam call.
"Mom and dad left you home alone?" I set my bag down by the stairs, and lean against the wall.
"Yeah. They thought you'd be home soon. They were right."
"Alrighty. Do you know when either one of them might be home?"
"Nope."
"Well, thanks." I say sarcastically.
"Welcome."

A few hours later…

No… that one's ugly… nah… not bad…. Ooh! That one's nice!
Let's see how much it costs…
Only $380.00?!
It's gorgeous…
…and totally worth it!
The drum set is black and red, 5 piece with cymbals.
(here's the link: . )
Zach won't mind the red, right?
I copy the link and paste in an e-mail to him, and send it.
'Tell me what you think.'
A few minutes later I get a reply.
'Awesome! I haven't checked anything out yet, but that one's nice. Split 50/50, right?'
I write back, 'Yup. You wanna get it? It's nice and quite cheap.'
'Quite? That's a great deal! We just need to arrange everything with our parents.'
'Don't remind me.'
Zach only replies with a smiley face.
I close the window and lean back in my chair. I hear the front door.
"We're home!" My parents.
"Hi." I call out.
I slump in my chair, suddenly feeling tired.
Dancing won't really help my mood now.
Oh, well.
I type 'Live' into my iTunes and click on 'What Are We Fighting For.'
Such a good song…
A tap on my window startles me. I look up immediately.
Zach is standing there and waving.
"Open up!" I give him a look and shake my head, as if to say 'I'm not getting up.'
He pouts, sticking out his lower lip. A small smile graces my mouth.
"Do it yourself." I say, not sure if he hears me or not. "It should be unlocked..." He tugs at the door...
…and, surprise, surprise...
…it opens! "What do you need?" I ask.
"You." A simple answer, a single word.
"My parents are home."
"Thought so…" he mumbles. "I can still hold you, though, right?"
"Course you can! As long as you help me up. I can't move." He smiles widely.
"It'll be my pleasure, m'lady." I giggle and smile at him.
"Now hurry up. I'm getting cold." He laughs.
"You're just super tired, aren't you?" I nod as he picks me up, and then sets me on his lap. "So am I. And you wanna know why? 'Cause of everything you and I did last night. We stayed up late and got up early, continuing those things, that love making. Didn't we?" I snuggle into him, my cheeks flaming.
"Mmhmm." His arms are wrapped around me, holding me tightly to him.
We stay like that for countless minutes, reveling in each other.
"Can you please change the song? It's annoying." I laugh. I've got to agree- The Dam At Otter Creek isn't one of Live's best.
"Sure." I just put it on pause. "But they've got some amazing songs."
"I know. I've also got those two albums."
"What's your favorite songs of theirs?"
"Hmm… probably Sweet Release. You?"
"Heaven." I answer automatically.
"That is a really pretty song."
"I love it. It's so gorgeous…"
"Yeah… just like you." I laugh lightly.
"Thanks."
"Can I tell you something?"
"Anything."
"I think…" he pauses and looks at me, his gaze intense. He leans in and kisses me, our mouths molding together.
He's so warm…
"Yes?" I ask, breathless, as he pulls away.
"I think I might be in love with you."

I know, I know... It's short.
I'm VERY sorry. It's just that I kept getting stuck and couldn't think of anything to add in the middle...
No good ideas came to mind.
And I'm also really sorry for leaving ya'll on another cliff-hangar.
Trust me, I wanna know what her reaction is, too. ;-)
One more thing...
I just want to wish you all a: Chag Pesach Kasher v'Sameach!
Vacation is the BEST! But the amount of work my teachers gave my class is crazy...
At least I've been doing little by little. My head hasn't been on right lately. :-/
Next chapter will be up in about two weeks... give or take a couple of days. Probably take. :-)
Have a great week, everybody!

PS
The songs I mentioned by Live- totally worth listening to! Add She, Lightning Crashes, The Sanctity of Dreams and their cover of I Walk The Line. They're absolutely amazing! :-D