nearly hard.
I can't move. I just lay there, my hand in his hair, taking in the bedroom we've ended up in.
Pretty standard for a guest room, I suppose. At least I hope it's a guest room and not Cy's. But no- there's a keyboard in the corner. We're definitely in Zach's room.
In Zach's room. At Cy's apartment, but in Zach's room.
"You live here?" I pant.
He doesn't answer at first. Then he says, "It's Cy's. But I have a room here."
My brain is engaging too slowly because my first thought is We can see each other all the time now! We live in the same building!
"You answered the door for that package. Teddy must know you. Are you here a lot then?"
We can have sex all the time if you're here a lot. Oh god, I'm still twitching with aftershocks. Touch me again...
"Yeah. I'm here enough that I pay rent," he chuckles.
He realigns us so that my head is resting in the crook of his arm. I absentmindedly hook my leg over his thighs. I have my hand on his chest and I'm rubbing back and forth against the light covering of hair there. He takes a deep breath, his nose in my hair, and lets it out slowly.
He's here. He's here. In my building. I have a fabulous new apartment and my high school sweetheart - who has only gotten better in bed - lives just upstairs...
Then, the brain kicks in.
"I just moved in downstairs, Zach." Would he be surprised? Elated? Ready to fuck like rabbits whenever the mood struck? This guy who basically told the world via YouTube that I'm nobody special .
In response, he just says, "It's a nice place. Hope you like it."
"Yeah," I say, probably sounding suspicious, but who cares. "I'm wondering how a nobody like me can afford a place like this when it's clearly nice enough for two guys from Dark Fire."
I can feel his muscles tighten. "You have a good job, right?"
I sit up and walk to the in-suite bathroom. The light's still on from his shower earlier and I note the wet towel on the floor. I close the door, use the toilet, and wash my hands. When I open the door, it's to see him startle. He had his head against the door waiting for me to be done, leaning his weight against it. He has to right himself slightly or fall into me.
"Sarah," he starts.
I'm not sure what he's going to say. I mean, really, what can he say? I haven't even brought up the furniture, but I have a feeling he had a hand in that, too.
"Well, not that I had the same luxury for all those years, but you know where I am now. I'd move, but Lucy would kill me. I'm sorry I ended up in your fucked up life again, Zach."
He lets me put all my clothes on without saying a word, including my shirt, which I can't find initially, only to remember that it ended up on the floor by the front door.
"Sarah..." He doesn't finish the thought.
"I don't even know what to say, Zach. You wanted me to stay in your past. Fine. I was already there. For such a huge city, it's amazing how small it is. And even smaller when you can't keep the fuck out of my life."
"You lived in a ghetto, Sarah," he moans. Then he seems to realize what he's admitted.
"You went looking for me," I gasp.
"Not specifically," he says, letting his head drop to the wall with a thunk.
"You got my address. You knew my apartment was a dump so you set this-" I gesture to the apartment, "-up. Jesus, Zach, I can't even... And here I thought I was nobody special to you."
I turn to leave, but his hand on my arm stops me. His hold is light, but the look in his eyes is deep and gripping.
"You've never been nobody special. "
"YouTube, Zach."
"Oh, fuck. That was you? Of course it was." His head drops back and he presses his eyelids together tight. "I was trying to convince everyone. Even me."
"You had me convinced. At least, until this," I gesture down the hall and he swallows. I watch his Adam's apple move and it makes me horny all over again. I put the brakes on that, right quick.