Zenon's Game Chapter 271

His knee rested on the bed between my legs and his hands came down on either side of my head. I looked up at his face as he gazed down on me, lowering his body onto mine. He pulled the zipper of my sweater undone and slipped his hand under my shirt, undoing the b-ra I had on.

"Do you feel anything now?" he breathed into my ear.

Only pleasure.

With every kiss, my worries felt like a more distant memory. A vague mist in the heat of our bodies, as our skin rubbed against each other. His touch was sending shivers through my core and down my bare legs. He knew it too, because of that faint smirk on his face that I tried to wipe off with deeper kisses.

His lips were soft on my na*k*ed skin and he kissed me tantalizingly slowly, knowing every move he was making and how to heighten the pleasure. I was feeling things I hadn't felt before.

I reached down and touched the elastic band of his boxers. His athletic body was so in shape that his boxers only accentuated the muscles above his h*ip*s. I pinched the top of the boxers and tugged at it.

Zenon's lips pulled away from mine and looked down at my fingers on him.

"Not now," he said.

"What?" I asked, very confused by the reaction. My mind was foggy from lust and our passionate make out. I pulled my hand away.

Zenon dropped back onto the bed and raised his hands to his head, shaking his head in disbelief, "It's so hard to say no to you right now, Candy."

"Then why would you?" I asked, leaning over him.

He closed his eyes as if the sight of me would make him change his mind. "I can't."

"But why?"

He exhaled and sounded irritated, "Our judgement's clouded."

I realized he was talking about the emotional rollercoaster of today. I had broken down in anger, in tears, in weakness, in strength... and I guess he was right. I wanted to forget, but not regret.

I lay back on the bed alongside him.

He looked away and I heard him quietly curse. "F*ck."

~15 minutes later~

"How do you get abs like that?" I asked, staring at his eight pack.

He lowered his arm from behind his neck and looked at me, slightly amused, "Are you thinking of getting some?"

We were lying on my bed and the box of records was sprawled out on the floor beside us. I had released so much of my pent-up emotion in a passionate display of affection with Zenon.

I don't know if it's the healthiest way to resolve these types of issues, but it definitely felt like therapy.

I stared at his na*k*ed torso with the sheets loosely over his waist, just under the v-lines. Definitely therapy.

"Why not?" I asked, looking down at my bare stomach, "Can't be that hard."

He laughed and leaned over, pulling me into his arms. "You ask me the most random questions sometimes."

I love the sound of his laugh.

I reveled in feeling my body against his and how safe I felt with him. I raised my hands into his hair, enjoying how his own wrapped around my waist and pulled me against him. With his head on my pillow, I ran my fingers through his hair and his lips touched mine.

"Thank you," I whispered, "For making me forget about everything, even if just for a little bit."

He flipped me onto my back and kissed me, "Anytime. I've never heard you swear so much."

Watching Zenon walk around my house without a shirt on was the most distracting view. He didn't notice me staring and trying to play it down like I was inspecting some invisible pimple on ab #7.

When will I get used to this boy's hotness?

Zenon slammed the fridge door shut after realizing it was empty. The vodka bottles inside clattered at the movement.

"Do you eat?" he asked me, pointing at the fridge, "Or is that for decoration?"

I lied, "I'm late on the grocery shopping. But we can pick up some food from your party?"

I didn't want to tell him about my financial situation and that my mom had cut ties. I know Zenon was willing to go through a lot with me, but I just couldn't do it. I never ever wanted to ask him for money.

"Oh yeah, my party," he repeated, remembering that there was still a party being thrown in his honor across the street.

"You're a great host," I commented mockingly.

He smiled and swept me up into his arms, lifting me into the air, "I see that humor's coming back."

"Zenon, be careful!" I exclaimed, enjoying the thrill of it, but still worried, "Your knee! You need to be careful."

"I'm fine," he replied, putting me back down. He looked more than fine.

"I overheard your mom talking and she sounded worried. Are you not following doctor's orders?"

"I spent the last hour in bed with you," he answered smoothly, "That's bed rest. Doctor's orders."

All I need is to de-stress from today. It felt so nice to sit on my couch with Zenon. I lay between his legs, my arm draped over his raised right leg. He was watching a basketball video on his phone, thinking we were both interested in that.

We weren't.

I didn't care about the video, but I cared about him – and how lying on him was the most relaxing feeling. The room was warmer now that the broken window had been fixed. I felt a lot safer too.

My problems hadn't gone anywhere, but it felt good to take a break from the freak out inside my head. This was not the long-term solution to my problems, but it reminded me what happiness felt like.