Zenon's Game Chapter 131

Zenon was in the shower while I stayed in his room. I opened his closet to see what I could wear to sleep tonight. It was getting late and I hadn't done any homework yet. I think I was just going to have to take the 'L' on this one.

I couldn't see my house from here and I felt good about that. The further away I was, the safer I felt.

I peered into his closet and recognized some of the clothes. My hands reached out to one in particular - a long-sleeved green shirt that he wore on my birthday. The day no one showed up to my birthday dinner but him. The day he took me to a restaurant where we first ate Candy's Pie.

I felt warm; the feeling of caring for someone and being cared for as well.

My hands trailed across other clothes until I reached T-shirts. I picked out an old white T-shirt that had a Nintendo logo on it and changed into that.

The door creaked open and Zenon walked in. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and water droplets rolled down his chest. His hair sparkled wet.

I grabbed another towel for him and rubbed it against his hair, shaking his head. It made his hair stand up in all directions and that made me smile. He looked cute.

"Nice shirt," he said, reaching out and taking it into his hands.

"Thanks," I answered, feeling slightly bare in front of him.

He tugged the shirt and me along with it, pressing my dry self against his out-of-the-shower body.

His shirt was big on me. It hung loose over my arms and now stuck against him.

His chest felt hard against my skin and I saw the water glisten in his dark hair. His shoulders were broader than mine and his arms were comfortable for me to rest my hands against. He kissed my lips and slowly down my neck.

I moved my head back so that I could kiss him too and his smile tickled my lips. I trailed my hands up along his arms, feeling his skin tingle. I didn't want to raise my hands too high, since the t-shirt I was wearing started to rise and I wasn't wearing much underneath.

He tempts me. Being this close meant I could really see the curves of his upper body, his smooth skin and I don't know if he was going to put any clothes on-

But I could get used to this.

I slipped into Zenon's bed and sunk into the soft mattress. The covers felt soft on my skin and his scent comforted me. I was wearing his old T-shirt and nothing else.

So this is where I am

In bed and trying hard not to look awkward. I was also trying hard not to stare as he dropped the towel from around his waist.

He dropped the towel.

Holy

jumping mother of a weasel in a side car

His back was facing me, and it took all my willpower not to stare. His tanned back muscles were so well defined and his bu-

I had to lift my hand to my chin and actually rotate it towards the wall.

The na*k*ed wall.

Ha.

"What are you laughing about?" he asked me.

I tried not to turn in his direction. The more I told myself to avoid looking, the harder it was not to look.

Zenon put on black boxers and came towards me.

He threw the covers off and got into bed next to me. I felt his arm touch my side and, when he moved, his leg touched mine.

I was nervous. And when I say nervous, I mean incredibly, overwhelmingly, utterly terrified.

He pulled the covers back over us and turned in bed to face me. His blue eyes seem so vivid at night. He rested his hand under his head and his other hand reached out to stroke my waist.

"How are you feeling?" he asked me.

It's probably a good moment to pulse check.

Yep.

No pulse.

I'd forgotten to breathe. Partly from nerves, partly enthralled by the situation. Thank goodness he can't read my thoughts.

I could feel his fingers over the thin fabric of my t-shirt, moving it slowly up. He rubbed his thumb in circular motions.

I didn't want to move to ruin the moment.

My head rested against the pillow while my heart exercised fastest in its life. We'd forgotten to draw the curtains and moonlight streamed into his room. It was the early hours of the morning and we still hadn't gone to sleep yet.

Aside from the two of us, not a soul was awake in his house.

His lips rested on mine and he kissed me softly.

I snuggled into his arms and felt the contrast of his soft lips and his hard chest on mine. The covers rustled over us as he got into a better position. My arms reached out to him and his body leant over mine.

He propped his weight on one arm, to avoid putting it all on me. I felt the lines of his abs and then the band of his boxers.

"It's ok," he whispered.

I looked up at him and saw the gentle gaze in his eyes. He let his finger run through my hair and wrapped a strand of my hair around his index finger.

He knew today had scared me. He knew I was scared in general. And, I think, he was a little bit scared too.

In a way, Zenon faced a lot of pressure and he never had a free moment to let it out. He was always competing.

"It will be," I answered, reassuring him.

I wanted him to know that I was here for him too. And that, right now, nothing seemed too scary anymore.