Page 109 of Dirty Like Zane
But I didn’t think I’deverbeen as turned on by him as I was these past fewweeks.
Andnowhe didn’t want to have sex withme?
I swallowed, my eyes dropping from his face, because eye contact with Zane when I wasn’t supposed to be having sex with Zane was a bad idea. I tried really hard not to stare at his pierced nipple. It had a small steel barbell through it, and that tiny, sensitive dark-pink nub looked like it was just begging to be flicked by mytongue.
I remembered the way he’d groaned when I’d licked it in the past, and my clitthrobbed.
“I, uh, brought you a couple of things.” I laid the papers Talia had given me on the table and tried to find anywhere to stare that wasn’t Zane’s nakedflesh.
“Thanks.”
“You’rewelcome.”
Silence.
Awkwardsilence.
I looked up into his eyes again… and there was thatfeeling.
When I’d first met Zane, every time our eyes met, there was an explosion of butterflies in my stomach. Considering I was around him all the time and soon had to witness firsthand what a manwhore he was, I managed to convince the butterflies to cool theirjets.
Ever since his pilgrimage into the desert with Seth, the night he’d laid out his plan to give himself one more chance to stay sober and stay on this tour? Butterflies. A whole mad chaotic swarm of them, every time his eyes metmine.
Maybe it was how much clearer his eyes looked now that he wasn’t smokingpot.
Maybe it was that calmer, steadier vibe he was starting to putoff.
Maybe it was something to do with the respect I’d gained for him when he didn’t fall apart but instead stoodstrong.
Whatever it was… it was like Zane was new to me again. In a very good way. Or at least, the butterflies hibernating in my stomach seemed to thinkso.
“Is that all?” he asked, when I just kept staring athim.
“No,” I admitted. “I was just thinking… I missyou.”
“Maggie,” he said, slowly. “I reallythink—”
“Not like that. Not sex.”Well… not just sex.“I just meant… I miss talking to you. I haven’t really had anyone to talk to about what’s been going on, you know? There’s Jessa, but she’s so faraway.”
Concern etched his features, and it felt good that he cared. I didn’t want him to worry about me, but I definitely didn’t want him to stop caring. “What about Katie? You two aretight.”
“Yeah. But I think I feel guilty for not being honest with her all along. I feel weird talking to her about everything now, like I betrayed her orsomething.”
“I’m sure she doesn’t think that. Why don’t you just talk toher?”
“Yeah. Iwill.”
That seemed like as good a place as any to make a gracefulexit.
But I made no move toward thedoor.
Zane’s eyes scanned my face, slowly. “And, hey, if you really need someone to talk to, I could be your girlfriend. I could just tuckit.”
“Tuck…?”
I glanced down, at the bulge of his dick in his thin pajama pants… then looked back up to meet his smallgrin.
Then I burst out laughing. I laughed until tears shimmered in myeyes.
