Zenon's Game Chapter 248

I wanted to glare at him. Why was he making life so difficult for his brother?

"Because I was just in there with you," Jake reminded us, "But hey, I'd rather sleep in my own bed so no worries if-"

"It's really kind of you, but you don't have to," I said, shocked by the generosity of his suggestion.

"You guys have been through enough," he smiled warmly, "Besides, I'd rather not be able to hear you two tonight."

He walked to the living room, where he blew out Charlotte's candle and picked up his guitar. His guitar has really gotten him through some dark times.

He walked to the front door when Zenon stopped him.

"Hey," Zenon said, and surprised us all with his next words, "Thank you."

"Your hands are freezing," I told Zenon as he was trying to warm my hands in his.

He smiled, recognizing that it didn't help if his hands were colder than mine. He blew into our hands and rubbed his over mine with a smile that made me smile.

"Why are you smiling?" I asked.

"No reason," he answered, standing in his bedroom, "I'm happy we're sleeping together tonight."

His bags from the Dubai vacation were by the door. He hadn't unpacked since getting back today. His bed was unmade, from when he jumped out of it a few hours ago to rescue me.

I felt safe in Zenon's room. It was warm to me – signs and reminders of him everywhere. He let go of my hand and walked towards the closet.

"You can borrow a shirt, Candy," he smirked, and repeated, "Borrow."

He was onto me. I was a thief when it came to his clothes.

"What's yours is mine," I replied with the same smile on my face. It only grew wider.

"I didn't realize we were married," he mumbled, walking towards me with his shirt in my hand. Then he bartered, "If you want to wear my shirt, you're going to have to take off yours."

My heartbeat started to quicken for the second time this night. Zenon approached me and when he was close, he took the zipper of my jacket in his finger. He slowly unzipped it, creating butterflies in my stomach as he touched my jeans at the bottom. He let go of the shirt in his hand and lightly took the jacket off my shoulders.

I let him.

The jacket fell to the floor. Then he slowly touched the end of my shirt and my skin tingled at the feel of his fingers on my skin. He thumb moved in small circles around my h*ip*s, teasing me. His head leaned towards me and he kissed me, his tongue teasing me in a similar way.

Slowly, he raised my shirt, baring my stomach and pulled it higher over me.

My shirt fell to the floor.

"What do you think?" he asked, his fingers tugging at my b-ra strap, "Optional?"

My mouth had lost the ability to speak. Completely and utterly.

But my head nodded and with an easy clip, he undid my b-ra with one flick of his wrist.

That too fell to the floor.

Suddenly, Zenon's lips crashed onto mine and kissed me deeply. He pulled his own shirt off and threw it aside with the rest of our clothes. His hand slid around my waist and pulled me against him, pressing his chest against mine. He leaned forwards and lowered me onto the bed, kissing me still, while his hands roamed over my upper body.

I moaned at his touch, feeling tingles all through my body. He knew what he was doing, and my moans encouraged him.

We didn't go too much further, since I wasn't ready, and I couldn't get the thought out of my head that his parents would hear us. It was hard to stop, so hard when his hands felt like they were doing magic to me.

"I don't think I need your shirt after all," I told him, deciding that I felt comfortable enough to be shirtless... in bed... with him.

Who have I become?

"It's yours if you want it," he said, brushing the hair out of my eyes.

Our movement in bed had made my hair messier than it already was. I could see the sunlight peeking in through the blinds of his window. It was already early morning and we still hadn't slept yet.

I lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. This had been such a good distraction, but now that we were in bed and expected to sleep...

The nightmares returned.

My mind kept flashing back to the darkness of my room. My ears were haunted by the footsteps of the intruder. The invader who broke into my house with ill intentions. There was a blackmailer out there trying to harm me.

"Ssh," Zenon whispered, running his fingers down my na*k*ed arm, "Don't worry."

"I'm so worried," I whispered, exhausted and still unable to sleep.

"Nothing bad will happen," Zenon said, "I'm here."

I closed my eyes, while he continued to trace shapes along my arm and back. He felt my body release its tension and slowly exhale.

Zenon whispered before I drifted off to sleep, "I love you, Candy. I always have."

With my eyes closed, I whispered back, "You had a funny way of showing it."

~11AM~

That morning I woke up to an empty bed. I looked down at the navy-blue sheets around my waist and saw that I was completely na*k*ed up top. I covered my breasts with my arm until I realized that no one was here.

There was an empty space in the bed where he used to be. I got up and put my jeans on from last night. I found my b-ra under his shirt and clipped that back on. Then I "borrowed" one of his clean shirts that he's probably not going to miss.