Connections (17 page)

Alice nodded, “Much better choice than Carter. He’s a mess.”

“
Carter? He’s a teacher, how is he a mess?”

“
You haven’t heard? Last night that dreadful Eva broke into his house. I guess he’s been stringing her along since high school. She snapped, had a gun. Only thing she shot was a wall.”

“
Are you serious?”

“
Very much so, it was all over the ledger website this morning. Check for yourself.”

“
I will. I better get going, I have an appointment.” Shayla suddenly felt the need to get out of her dressing room, away from mother daughter time, away from Addison.

As soon as Alice left, Shayla picked up her phone seeing a missed call from Zach. She tapped his number for it to dial. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“
I’m waiting to board a flight back to Newark. Did you hear what Eva tried to do?”

“
Yeah, my Mother just told me.”

“
Progress?”

“
Maybe, doesn’t matter. Is Carter okay?”

“
Shaken up, freaked out. Eva is under psychiatric care now, I think.”

“
I don’t think he was purposely leading her on. Was he? I always remember him being more annoyed with her, but just put up with her in high school.”

Zach sighed on his end of the conversation, “I don’t think he realized how serious she was about him. He’s actually been pretty damn brutal with her about not wanting to be with her. I guess it just didn’t click.”

“
Have you talked to him yet?”

“
Yeah, he’s going to take some time off from work. I think maybe he’ll go on a vacation. He kept talking about Europe, needing to find himself.”

“
Wow, this is just so, weird.”

“
I know, hey I’ll call you when I land. My flight is boarding.”

“
Okay, bye. Love you.” Shayla dropped her phone as soon as she realized what she’d said on the phone. How had it just slipped out like that?

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Shayla sat on her couch, the television was on, but she wasn’t paying attention to it. Her script for tomorrow was also unable to capture her. She knew that at any moment her phone would ring, it would be Zach and it would be awkward.

She picked up her wine glass, sipping her white merlot slowly as she gave herself a reason to not answer the phone as soon as it rang.

Why hadn’t it ringed yet? Shouldn’t he have landed by now?

Rap-it-tap-tap
.

Shayla looked around as the sound came again and she realized it was the door. She rose, with her wine glass still in her hand as she went to answer. Praying to God that it wasn’t Brad or her mother.

She almost dropped the wine glass when she saw Zach standing there. “Hey…what are you doing here?”

“
I thought, maybe we should talk in person.” He shifted his duffle bag on his shoulder.

“
What about Carter?”

“
He left me a voicemail; he’s on his way to London.” He gripped the strap of his bag. “So can I come in?”

“
Oh yeah, sure.” She opened the door wider and let him in, watching as he put his bag down. “Would you like some wine?”

“
Yes, please.” He looked around, the television was on, but it sounded like news, a script lay open but abandoned on the couch.

Shayla returned from the kitchen with a glass for Zach. “So, you wanted to talk?”

“
Yeah,” He accepted the glass and took a sip, hoping to gain some courage. “I think I must’ve been going crazy, but I could’ve sworn on the phone early you said you love me.”

Shayla brought the wine glass to her mouth, taking a quick sip, “I did.” Her eyes stayed focused on his face, searching for a reaction.

He took a sip to hide his smile, “That’s good to know, because I love you.”

Shayla started coughing, “What?”

Zach put his wine glass down and went over to her, “I love you Shayla. A part of me always has.”

Worry filled her face, “I’m not the dream girl you thought I was. I think that’s been proven over the last week and half.”

“
I don’t want the dream girl.” He took her wine glass from her, placing it next to his. “I want you. You have this passion for life, yet you hide it. I want to explore that with you Shayla.”

“
You do?”

“
I do.” He brushed her hair away from her face with his hand as his eyes searched hers. “Let’s explore the passion together.”

“
Are you sure? You know how fucked up I am.”

“
You’re human, and I love you for that. Not in spite of it.”

She smiled, “I love you Zach.”

He kissed her slowly, their bodies pulling the other into their gravitational force. His hands in her hair, her arms around his neck as he carried her into the bedroom, placing her slowly on the bed. “If this is too fast, tell me.”

“
This is the slowest I’ve ever gone.” She confessed, “I don’t want to wait anymore Zach. I want to be with you.”

He kissed her harder this time, the lust and love inside of him, eager for her, hungry, ready to be fulfilled as he undressed her slowly. Feeling her fingers on his skin as she undid the buttons of his shirt, pants, exposing his naked flesh.

Shayla pulled away, moving further into the center of her queen sized bed, watching as Zach’s eyes followed her.

The dull light of the bedroom created a shadowed contrast on Zach’s naked body, revealing his muscles that wouldn’t normally pop the way they did at this moment. He watched as Shayla lay back on the bed, waiting for him.

Zach wanted her more then he’d wanted any other woman in his life. She was the one he’d fantasized about, when he didn’t even know if she could exist. She was the girl he’d dreamed of all his life, and she was here, waiting for him to make love to her, not just fuck her.

Shayla watched as he joined her on the bed, his hands on her body, slowly exploring the curves of her hips, the softness of her breasts, and the hardness of her nipples as his thumbs ran over them soon replaced by his tongue.

Every single touch of his was electric, different, arousing in a way she’d never experienced as she herself reached out to touch him, the hardness of his muscles, the softness of his skin, the heat of his body.

They moved slowly, at first, afraid they would miss something, a sigh, a gasp before they couldn’t take it any longer. Zach entered her slowly as her body welcomed him. Her hips meeting his pace as they looked in each other’s eyes the entire time before he reached down rubbing her nub, bringing her closer to the crescendo as she started panting his name. Urging him to go faster, deeper, until he couldn’t hold back, and the passion escaped them both verbally, emotionally and physically.

Their bodies had sheen of sweat as they lay together, legs tangled, bodies together. Connected.

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