"Don't be ridiculous, you always look gorgeous," he responds right away, placing his hand higher, right on my forehead, and petting it gently.
Did he just say that I'm gorgeous? He’s never said that to me before. Even on our parents' wedding day, when I wore a long light blue dress, high heels, and professional makeup, he didn't say a single word about how I looked.
"Do you really think I'm gorgeous?" I ask, raising up my eyes again, looking straight into his.
Oh, gosh, why did I ask that?
My breathing got heavier, and my heart rate accelerated, but it's not because I want to start crying again.
No, it's something different, something much more exciting.
Zac's palm travels from my forehead to my face, and he gently brushes his thumb over my lower lip.
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life," he whispers, so sincerely that even me, a girl who trusts nobody, believes his every word without a doubt.
I part my lips to say something, anything...
And then he leans closer and presses his lips to mine in a soft, barely perceptible kiss.
I gasp involuntarily, and he stops for a second but does not pull away, trying to realize if I'm against this kiss.
I'm so not against it. I'm totally into it.
I grab his back with my hands, digging my nails into his sweatshirt.
He kisses me again, gently and softly, playing with both of my lips, sucking one and then the other with his mouth.
And then he goes deeper, penetrating me with his tongue, holding my neck to deepen the kiss and pressing my body closer to him with his other hand.
I feel like my body's melting in his arms, and although our kiss becomes faster and deeper, I realize that my legs have started shaking, and I feel like I may fall to the ground at any second.
I squeeze his sweatshirt with my fingers to stay still.
Zac grabs my ass with his hands and holds me up, not letting me fall.
My school skirt lifts up as I wrap my legs around his firm body, touching his belt with my panties.
Even though he's wearing pants, I can perfectly feel his rock-hard dick pressing to my center. And I feel how he jumps in his pants each time I moan.
Without breaking our kiss, Zac leads me to the bed and takes a seat on its edge, placing me on top.
"Zac, I'm..." I whisper, gasping for air between kisses. "I'm still..."
"I know," he growls in response, without letting me finish. "I won't ever hurt you, angel."
I wanted to say that I'm still a virgin, although I knew that he was probably aware of it. He didn't need me to say a word; he even knows what I'm thinking about.
And then he starts kissing me again, even deeper this time, holding my ass in his palm while his other hand is buried in my hair.
I don't know why, but I do believe his every word.
That's why I dig my fingers into his thick silky hair and moan even louder this time, the way I always wanted to scream when I was touching myself while thinking about him.
And this time, I'm not afraid that someone might hear us.
We're alone, and this night will definitely be memorable.
Chapter Six