Addicted

Chapter 35.

"It's a little past six pm," he says.

I slept for quite a bit, I noted to myself. I rose from the bed.

"Wow, Alison," I hear him say.

"What?"

"Your hair looks so fucking good. You are one hot specimen," he says, and I chuckle, sitting up completely in my bed. He stood up in front of me and brushed my hair down.

"Thanks," I say with a small smile.

"I have dinner ready for you, if you would like to come now," he says, taking a step back from me.

"Thank you, I'll be out in a second," I say.

He stands in my room and a silence falls over us.

"What?" I ask him with a smile.

"Are you okay?" he asks, and I watch his eyes searching my face and my body, checking for signs to his question.

"Yeah, I'm just very tired," I say and smile.

"Okay, I'll see you out at the table."

I give a small nod of my head and a small smile and watch him leave my room, soon following him after.

I walked around the corner and to the table, where Emmett and Zac already sat, and Burney was in the kitchen.

I was about to sit at the table, my eyes glued onto Zac. He looked tired. His curly brown hair fell foreword into his eyes and there was a noticeable dark purple crescent moons underneath his eyes. I wanted to kiss underneath his eyes and kiss away his tired look.

"Alison, wow!" Emmett says and I freeze in my spot. I look away from Zac and toward Emmett who has also froze in his position at his table.

"What?" I say and look around me.

"Your hair!" he exclaims.

"Oh... yeah! I got it cut," I say, shyly.

"It looks really good," he says next with a large smile, boosting my confidence.

"Thank you," I smile back and then my eyes went immediately at Zac. He was looking at me too now, a hidden sparkle shining in his eyes. The feeling of his eyes on me tickled something inside of my chest, a feeling that always scared me.

I sat at the table in my usual spot, feeling completely defeated and heavy. I picked at the food that was in front of me, only taking small bites and every now and then I was engage in the conversation at the table but shared no more than a few words here and there.

I left the table, taking the remains of my food to the kitchen and Emmett offered to clean up and I retired to my room.

I sat on the side of my bed, letting my feet hang off of the edge of the bed and leaned on my arms that I placed on either side of my legs. I look in my mirrored wardrobe, turning my face from side to side. I don't think it was the alcohol from last night, but I definitely didn't feel good. I grabbed the pillow that Zac slept on and I clung to it, holding it close to my chest and breathing it in.

I felt like I wanted to cry. My head hurt and I was so tired and before I could stop myself, I could feel the tears falling down my face. Why was this so complicated? I just wanted to give into my feelings and tell Zac how I truly felt about him.

I laid back onto my bed, looking up at the ceiling and letting the tears fall down the corner of my eye.

I didn't know how much time had passed, but I was sure I drifted off to a light sleep, when I heard light rasps at my bedroom door and heard it open.

"Hey- hey, what's wrong, Angel?" Zac says walking into my room abruptly and knees next to me on my bed. He leaned above me, looking down on me and wipes a tear from my cheek that was still wet, so I was assuming that I was possibly crying in my sleep.

I nod my head in response and watch his eyebrows come together in concern.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"It's one in the morning," he response, his eyes still looking at me in concern. I rub my eyes. It has been a while since I laid my head back down.

"Why are you here?" I ask after silence nearly drowned us both.

"I wanted to see you," he responds.

"Why at this hour?"

"Why not?"

"What do you want?" I reply. He looks over my face and leans back in his position on my bed. His face that was once mixed with concern for me was now covered with confusion. I stay laying where I rested and turn my head towards him.

"What do you want, Isaac?" I repeat, annoyance in my voice now. Why does he come into my room at one in the morning? Was it just a booty call? Was it a comfort thing?

"I wanted to make sure you were okay," he responds, his eyes clouding with hurt.

"I'm fine," I say and sit up. I push myself so that I was leaning against the back of my bed, trying to push myself as far away from him as possible.

"Ali?"

"Zac, please go away," I almost whisper.

"No," he responds almost immediately.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to."

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"Why are youso stubborn?" he repeats back, and he looks at me with a straight face and I try and contain my smile, but it breaks through and I chuckle.

"Stop."

He shakes his head with a small smile and bites his bottom lip. He moves himself closer on my bed so that he was directly in front of me and leans in on all fours. His hands rested on either side of my body, holding himself up as he inched his face closer to me.

"I will never stop," he responds, and I can feel his breath on my face.

"Good," I reply. I look at his lips, feeling a strong pull down deep in the pit of my stomach. I bring my hand to his face, lightly letting my fingers travel up and down his cheek. What a beautiful face he has. With him in my presence, I could already feel a weight inside of me lighten. I let my fingers trail down his cheek until they were underneath his chin, pulling his face towards me.

The moment Zac's lips touch mine, my whole body ignites, and the fire I have become so accustomed to burns inside of me. I moan into his mouth and am rewarded with an equally feverish sound from Zac. I thread my fingers in his hair, tugging gently, unable to control my need and desire for him. I continue my trail with my hands from his hair, down his face, neck and chest and stopping at the hem of his shirt and tugging upwards and over his head. The second the kiss breaks, Zac leans back and rests on his ankles in front of me.

"What?" I ask, my eyes searching all over his face.

"I feel for you," he admits, his eyebrows drawing together in his familiar concerned face. "I just need you to know that." His hand comes up to my cheek and he caresses it delicately, and I feel as if my whole body has gone weak.

"I feel for you," I tell him, letting my head nuzzle gently in his hand.

I was so sick of crying, when all I wanted to do was make him mine.

"Now, let me make you feel good," I say with a chuckle and I let my hand palm him through his jeans. I hear him let out a loud sigh, his mouth gaping. I could feel him grow already underneath my hand. He's so hard, so turned on and I felt so very powerful.

"Do you want me to make you feel good?" I asked, my eyes half closed and waiting for his response before I could do anything more.

He nods his head almost immediately and his eyes are distant, full of pleasure.

I wanted to make him feel good.