I open the front door, turning the sign back to open.
"You know, you can keep the door locked for the rest of the day and it can just be us in here," he teases which makes me laugh.
"Don't you have work today?" I asked.
"I have the day off," he tells me.
"Lucky me," I say under my breath and I watch him chuckle.
I sit back down in my chair, drinking my coffee. He watches me work for a little, and then I feel his presence behind me.
He brushes my hair to the side and kisses my neck lightly, watching the computer screen. I tilt my head to the side letting him kiss up my neck and lick my earlobe.
Again, I felt like I needed him and the wet pull between my legs only reminded me how badly I needed him.
I turn in my seat abruptly to face him, tilting my head up to kiss him. He leans down and I open my legs for him, for the second time today.
When he parts from me, he brushes a stray hair behind my ear.
"So..." he begins.
"So?" I prompt.
"My birthday is coming up soon," he adds, and I pull even further away from him. I didn't even know when his birthday is.
"When is your birthday?" I ask, and I cannot hide the shock and annoyance in my voice.
"This Saturday," he says.
I look over his face working out the days.
"August 8th?" I confirm and his smile grows. "Oh my god... You're turning 23..."
"Yeah."
"You're so old," I joke, and he laughs. I turn away from him to the screen again.
"You're mad," he says. It wasn't a question, but it wasn't a statement either.
"Yes."
"Why?" he asks, his hand goes around me.
"I feel..."
"You feel?" he prompts me now.
"I feel like we don't know each other."
Throughout the months I have lived with him, I didn't feel like I knew him at all.
"You know me so well."
Probably not as much as Sara, I thought to myself and instantly regretted it.
"I didn't even know your birthday," I say. I felt to the point of tears.
"It's really not a big deal," he says, rubbing my back and trying to reassure me. "You know now, and that's all that matters," he adds.
"I'm just disappointed in myself."
"Please don't be. You know you can ask me anything." He leans around me to plant a swift kiss on my cheek.
"Anything?" I question. He's mentioned this before, but oh how I loved to tease this beautiful man. I turn in my chair to face him. A small cheeky smile grows on his face and I couldn't contain the smile that matched his.
"Yes... Anything," he says, apprehensively.
So many questions travelled in my head, but only one made its way to the front of the list.
"Okay then... what are we going to do for your birthday, old man?"
He bites his bottom lip and chuckles.
"Well, that is why I brought it up..." my eyebrows are raised as I wait in anticipation. "My parents have this dinner party planned out for me..." he adds, letting me finish where he was lading this. He looks at him through his lashes, waiting for my response but I'm frozen.
He wants me to meet his parents? I'm going to meet his parents. Did I want to meet his parents? Or more importantly, did he want me to meet his parents?
"You want me to meet your parents?" I voice my thoughts.
"Yes," he says in a strong voice.
"Why?"
"Well aside from the fact that I am completely ad utterly in love with you, you also have no choice," he tells me, leaning forward on the chair handles so he could kiss me.
"Is this something that you want?"
"Most definitely," he smiles impishly.
"Oh God!" I groan as I look away from him. I sip at my coffee trying to gather my thoughts.
"It's only if you want to though," he adds. His eyes are hooded and imploring me.
After a few breaths and a couple sips of my coffee, I look into his face which is open and eager for my response.
"What do I wear?" I ask, finally. His face splits into two with a large grin and he steps away from me cheering and making me laugh. "Keep it down, we do have neighbours you know."
"You have made me the happiest man alive," he bends back down the kiss me.
"You didn't answer my question."
"Oh right, well. it's essentially liked a cocktail party, so a dress and heels if you want," he shrugs. "but I wouldn't mind what you wear," he adds leaning closer to me. "Or what you don't wear." He eyes travel down my body, and I giggle.
"You are such a pervert," I tell him, giggling.
"Only for you, baby." He reaches up and with his index finger and thumb and grabs my face, digging them into my cheeks so my lips were puckered, like he has done previously.
He lightly kisses me, slowly and sweetly and I quickly became desperate for him again. I moaned softly when his tongue skimmed over mines and I sucked in a breath.
"You want to go for round two?" he says, his eyes low and his voice husky.
Before I could answer the door chimed and Zari entered.
"Jeepers!" she exclaims pausing at the door. Zac and I part from each other smiling at each other, dreaming about what could have been if we weren't interrupted. "You guys are making me feel so single," she laughs.
"That's because you are single," Zac fires to her and she laughs.
"So true," she responds, and walks past the both of us to the back room.
Zac watches Zari leave us and then looks back down at me with a broad smile on his face.
"What?" I say.
"You're going to meet my parents," he says and chuckles.
"I bloody know," I say with raised eyebrows. It's almost been a half year living with the boys and I couldn't believe how far along we have gone.
My mind raced with outfits I could potentially wear, but I felt as if none of the came up to scratch. I think I'm going to have to go shopping, hopefully with Maddie's help. I'm going to meet his parents... and siblings?
"What are you thinking?" he asks, leaning on the counter.
"What if they don't like me?" I voice.
"Impossible," he says all too quickly which makes me blush.
"Will it be just a dinner between the four of us?"
"Ali- Angel, stop stressing, please."
"I can't help it," I shake my head. Already I was feeling so much tension and nerves for what was going to come.
"It won't be just the four of us..."
"Who else will be there?" I ask, sitting on the edge of my seat.
"My siblings..."
"And?"
"Other... relatives," he says, dragging out his response. My hands go to my temple and I brush my hair back.
"I'm meeting the whole family!"
I was panting now, for a completely different reason. I don't think I was ready to meet his whole family, including other relatives. I thought somehow, I would just meet one at a time and eventually win them over with my great personality and top-notch sense of humour.
"I'm going to puke," I tell Zac, on the verge of having a panic attack.
"No, no, no, no," he says, crouching down in front of me and rubbing my biceps. "Burney and Emmett will be there too," he adds with a small smile.
I shove his arm off of me.
"You didn't tell me that part on purpose, didn't you?" I ask. He laughs softly, trying to hide how funny his little prank is. "It's not funny," I say, but after watching him laugh, my smile soon grew. His laugh was far too infectious not to join in.
I'll have to message Maddie and ask her if she was willing to go shopping with me after work today. I only had a couple days to figure out what I was going to wear for Saturday.
Saturday... something was on Saturday... and then it dawned on me.
"Holy shit! I have work Saturday at the Bar."
"I already called Stevie," he says, sanding up in front of me.
"What?" I say almost too quickly.
"I called her to let her know that you can't work," he says and grabs his coffee to take a sip.
"How do you have her number," I ask, trying to ask casually, but the tone in my voice was stern. A pretty woman like Stevie Rae would capture any man's attention.
"I work with her husband at the Chemist," he says, just as casually, but there was also a tone in his voice as if he was asking my unasked question.
I smile to myself.
"Good," I mumble.
"I better go. I need to buy a tux."
"A tux for this Saturday?"
"Nah, I just really want a tux," he replies, sarcastically and I laugh. He leans in and kisses me, making a pecking nose. "Let me know when you find a dress so I can match my tie to it," he adds, and I tell him I will and watch him leave the store.
My good mood somehow left with him, leaving me feeling like my normal boring self.
I messaged Maddie to ask if she was free when I finish work to go dress shopping and she was more than pleased to be invited out.