And In You I Confide [Zacky Vengeance] Part 8

We stayed with Zina for a little while, her and I trying to convince Zacky it wasn’t as bad as it looked, and Zacky and I also trying to get Zina to stop bugging us about what she’d found out. But once about twenty minutes past, and it was 9:10 in the evening, we decided to head off.

“Zacky?” I said as we slid into his car.

He’d been quiet through the entire parking lot. “Yeah?” he muttered.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, but I already knew. He’d such a bond with Zina, I could guess how much it hurt him to see her like this.

“Nothing,” he said, and he started off, to drive me home. After a little while passed, though, he said, “Olivia? Let’s not call it a night. Come out with me, somewhere.”

I couldn’t even think about telling his quiet, sad voice that I wouldn’t. “Of course,” I said. “Where are we going?”

He didn’t answer for almost a full minute. “Anywhere. It doesn’t matter. I, uhh… I gotta pick up my cell first. I didn’t bring it. ‘Mind stopping by the hotel for a few minutes?”

“Alright,” I agreed. I stared out the window. The image of the sunset was flawless, and I felt like a beautiful night like this ought to last forever. I glanced at Zacky. His hazel eyes caught mine for a split second and I found myself comparing them to the dark colors that were scattered across the horizon. He smiled at me, and I looked away.

We didn’t speak until he pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. I followed close behind him as we walked in, and took in the sight of the lobby.

It was pretty elaborate. The ceiling was high, with a chandelier hanging down, in a slightly uncomfortable way as if it could easily crash down upon us. By the desk, next to the pile of daily newspapers, a young man stood, looking about twenty, leaning on the counter and holding up his head as if any moment he might drop his eyelids and fall asleep. The plush carpet was soft under the soles of my shoes, and the wallpaper was dotted with light pastels.

When we reached the elevator, Zacky took my hand and led me in. “Is anyone at the room?” I asked.

“Probably not. They won’t be back until late, anyway.”

I nodded. I was a little tired, and I set my head on his shoulder. “Have you decided where we’re going?” I asked, to make conversation in the silence as the elevator moved slowly up the floors towards seven.

“I’ve no idea,” he said, chuckling, and wrapped his arm around my shoulders as I leaned on him.

When the doors finally opened, he led me down the hall towards the hotel room. Sliding the card into the slot, the light flashed green. He turned the handle, and we went inside, kicking off our shoes at the entrance.

The place was most definitely empty of people, but still a mess. “Don’t they have maid service?” I asked.

Zacky laughed. “Of course. But the guys are paranoid about people going through their stuff. Sounds like something a girl would think, huh?”

I snorted. “Sexist.”

He didn’t bother to turn on the lights, considering there was still a sliver of the setting sun through the window, and crossed the room. “Stay here a minute, ‘kay? I’ll be right back. I gotta find…” His voice trailed off as he passed through one of the doors. I sat down on the couch, and curled into a ball, sinking into the cushion. I caught sight of a guitar I recognized as Zacky’s, and I was staring at it lost in thought when he came back into the room with his phone. Following my gaze, he set it down on the table and picked up the guitar, moving over to sit next to me on the couch.

He began to pull the strings quietly, creating a soft tune with the notes. I closed my eyes. The sound was absolutely gorgeous, and it had such a slow rhythm it almost sounded sad. I felt myself smile.

“It’s so pretty,” I said softly. He looked up at me, but didn’t stop playing. The tune was repetitive, yet the emotion grew more each time until he closed his eyes. And when it ended, he opened them to the touch of my mouth on his skin. I took the guitar out of his hands and set it gently on the floor beside him, without at all freeing his lips. Climbing on top of him, I felt his hands wrap around my lower back. They travelled up my shirt, and we fell apart from one another for a split second while it came up over my head. And when he had my lips again, I couldn’t tell him to stop…. But it didn’t matter. I didn’t want him to.

He reached around me to unclip my bra, and had only a few seconds’ difficulty before it came off. One hand found my breast, and he moved his lips to my neck. I sat on top of him in only a jean skirt, and as his free hand slid up my thigh, a shiver ran down my spine.

I felt myself trembling in his grasp. He’d flipped the both of us over, so that he was now bent over me, the bulge in his pants pressing against my stomach. I placed my hand under his chin to pull his attention back to my lips, and slid his jacket from his shoulders, before letting my hands wander up his shirt. I felt the warmth of his skin, every line and curve of his body, the planes of chest, until I’d lifted it up towards his neck. And when his shirt was off, I blindly searched for his belt buckle. Once I’d removed it and unzipped his pants, he pulled them off. Lifting himself off of me, he dropped his boxers. Heat flooded my cheeks.

I could see him clearly now, all of him, and in the dim shadowing of what had by now turned to moonlight, he looked absolutely gorgeous. I reached out for his chest, and he moved back in on me. He lifted my skirt, and I felt the elastic on my underwear slide down my calves. He found my lips once more, and he whispered my name in the few seconds he broke away for air.

The room grew warm as every part of me was surrounded by his skin. “Is this what you want?” He spoke quietly into my ear as I shivered in response to his cold fingers running up the insides of my thighs.

“Yes,” I gasped. “You’re the only thing in the world I want right now.”

I lost him there, him and myself, simply to let my mind gather what was happening. And when it did, I took just too long to process a new moment. A moment that must not have lasted long, yet it was a beautiful forever in my head. It ended, though, somehow, and when it did, I couldn’t possibly have been disappointed. Amazed, more like. Amazed and undoubtedly in love.

Zacky murmured something unintelligible, before sliding between me and the back of the couch. He wrapped my legs around his, and held onto me in silence until our breathing regulated. I closed my eyes, and felt him cover our intertwined bodies with his jacket. “I love you,” he whispered, from somewhere around my left ear. I remember my last thought being of how nothing in the world could separate us, here together, now, before I watched my consciousness slip away.