Opposites Attract (On-Hold), Chloe Knox [best classic books to read .TXT] 📗

hiding shame and uncertainty, “My hair feels greasy too.”
Zane shrugged, “So…what’s the point?”
“I need a shower,” I blabbed out with a puff of nervousness as I looked at Zane. I looked into his eyes and tried to gather up the courage I needed to say what I wanted…but I couldn’t…I just tried my best to let go, and let all my emotions and thoughts flow through my own eyes.
I felt Zane’s body tense up next to me. I watched his jaw clench, and then unclench. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, “And…?”
“And…I’d like you to join me…”


Chapter Nineteen

The soft patter of the water pouring from the shower head was nothing but a blur when I finally kissed Zane. It was just like the first time we had kissed; nothing in the world mattered but me and him.
I didn’t care that the TV downstairs in the living room was still on. I didn’t care that the tub of rocky road ice-cream, which Zane had bought after I smashed my kitty cone in his face, was still sitting open on the kitchen counter. I didn’t care what my parents thought about Zane, or what other kids at school thought about us; the rich spoiled brat and the poor trailer trash. I didn’t care that my parents would ground me for life if they saw let alone found out about what I was doing. I didn’t care, I didn’t care! They could try as hard as they could to persuade me that Zane wasn’t worth my time, no way would I listen! They could try their best to keep me away from him, I’d find a way!
His hands gently removed my clothing, and then his, leaving them on a pile on the slightly damp tiled floor. Moments later, we were under the warm caressing touch of the water exploding from the shower head.
My hands touched his shoulders, his neck, his hair…everything moved in a fluid motion. Every touch was soft and gentle, making every part of my body radiate heat and tingle with adrenaline.
His lips, wet and warm, moved from my mouth to my neck. A moan escaped his mouth, against my skin. His grip on my hips grew tight, not painfully but harsh enough that I couldn’t move. He took a step into me, pressing my back into the wet wall under the shower head. His hands wondered, explored…and then I began to panic. My heart raced, now more because I was scared then because I was excited. My breathing was becoming more and more rapid, as if I had asthma.
Zane must have noticed, because he immediately stopped moving. He just stood still, with his mouth on my shoulder, chest pinning me to the wall.
“Are you okay?” Zane whispered against my shoulder.
I nodded, not wanting to open my mouth because I felt the tears coming.
“Ashley…you don’t have to do this.”
“I don’t?” I asked, completely dumbfounded. I felt light-headed, dizzy. The room was spinning.
Zane laughed…it was forced, yet it relaxed me the slightest bit, “Of course not, Ashley. If you don’t want to, I’m not going to force you.”
“That’s the thing! I want to I just…” I trailed off, scared at the sound of my own voice. It had gone up an octave, and was very VERY shaky. I ran a hand through my wet and stringy hair, pushing it out of my face.
Zane finally removed his mouth from my skin, to look me in the eyes. He brushed my cheek with his thumb, “It’s okay to be scared.”
I nodded, “I…I know, I just…I really wanted this, and now I can’t seem to just…I don’t know. I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“I asked you for this, and now…I’m just, I’m sorry.”
Zane leaned forward, giving me a quick soft kiss on the lips, “Ashley?”
“Yeah?” I asked my eyes glued to his lips. I was too afraid of looking him in the eyes, when he was that close, because I just knew I’d go cross-eyed and look like a total fool.
“I love you,” He whispered as he ran a hand through my drenched locks of hair. I closed my eyes, to revel in the feel of him and think…think…think…
I opened my eyes, and looked up into his sparkling brown eyes, “I love you, too.”

“Oh! I like this pink!” Zane said teasingly with the biggest smirk on his face as he lifted a lacy hot pink bra from the dresser in my room.
I wasted no time! I hopped off my bed and snapped the bra from his hands only to shove it back into the overflowing drawer of undergarments.
“Well, uh! That was rather rude! I was looking at that!”
I rolled my eyes, “For what purpose?”
“I was trying to gain inspiration for my abstract portrait of you.”
“Shut up.” I mumbled and Zane laughed.
“What? You still embarrassed of these things?” Zane teased as he wrapped his arms around me, “Even after what just happened?” Zane lightly yanked on the towel wrapped around my chest.
“What are you talking about…? Nothing happened!”
“No, but you trusted me with everything…even if it were only for a few minutes.”
I nodded, and wrapped my arms around his neck. He bent down and the door bell rang interrupting us. I rolled my eyes, groaned knowing that it had to be Lucy, and ran downstairs.
I opened the door, and sure enough Lucy was standing outside in a tank top and pajama sweats, “Hey? I’m really sorry about…what’s he doing here? And why isn’t he wearing a shirt? And why are you wet and wearing nothing but a towel? Oh my god, he’s wet too! What’s going on here?” Lucy asked a big devilish smile on her face.
I looked over my shoulder at Zane, and saw him walking down the stairs dressed in only his grey boxer briefs, with his jeans dangling loosely on his lower hips.
He walked behind me, and wrapped his damp muscular arms around me, resting his head on my bare shoulder, “So you could change into your underwear and jeans, but couldn’t take another minute to put on a shirt?”
Zane ignored me and smiled at Lucy, “I’m sorry but your kind of interrupting something, so I’m going to shut the door and you guys can have your girl’s night another night kay? Bye!” Zane mumbled politely, but then shut the front door before Lucy even had a chance to respond.
I turned around and slapped his bare chest, “Great! Now she’s going to think—“
“Who cares what she thinks?”
“She’s my best friend, Zane!”
“Then she’ll believe you when you tell her we didn’t.” he whispered as he pulled me closer to him and sighed.
I rolled my eyes, but I wasn’t angry; not even annoyed.

Chapter Twenty

“So…did you and Zane have fun last night?” Lucy asked with a smile on her face. The tone in her voice was slightly hard, as if she were angry, but she hid it well enough for me not to feel guilty when I didn’t ask what was wrong. Lucy, she’s my best friend. If she really wanted to talk, she’d explode or she’d just tell me.
I scoffed, “Yes, me and Zane had a lot of fun last night.”
Lucy’s jaw dropped and her palms collided into the tabletop, “You did it? Like did it, did it?” she squealed loudly, making the old couple in the booth next to us give me a disappointed glare.
“Announce it to the whole town, why don’t you!”
“So you did! You guys did it?”
“No, we didn’t do it…we almost did, though…” my anger suddenly died, but the heat within me didn’t go away. It just traveled slowly from my gut up my neck to my cheeks.
“Uh…oh” Lucy mumbled folding her hands and crossing her ankles, “So…would you mind me asking what happened?”
I giggled, “I would tell you every detail whether you wanted to hear it or not, Lucy!”
“Good! So…?” She asked expectantly.
“We were playing truth or dare, and he picked dare simply because I kept yelling at him for picking truth all the time.”
“And?”
“And I dared him to…join me in the shower.”
Lucy’s smile grew and she laughed, “Really? What was it like? Why did you guys…oh no,” she said with a frown, “Did you guys not…you know…finish, because of me. Did I interrupt?”
“No! No! I…I kind of chickened out!”
“You…you chickened out! Why? What’s wrong with you?”
“I was scared, Lucy. I had no clue what to do or anything.”
“Exactly why you get an experienced guy like Zane your first time! Let him do all the work!”
I opened my mouth to put an end to his reputation, but then I thought better of it. Zane might be a virgin, but I highly doubt he’d appreciate me telling people that…and even with his lack of ‘all the way’ experience, he still seemed to know what he was doing.
“Right,” I mumbled, holding in a giggle.
Lucy chugged her glass of water, “So, what’s the story?”
“What? What story?”
“You know…what’s Zane’s story? Down there?”
A burst of air escaped from my mouth in humiliation and amusement, “Excuse me?”
“You know…how big is his—“
“I knew what you meant, Lucy!”
“Well…spill!”
“What? No!”
“Why not?”
“Because I find it a little awkward.”
“Why? I’ll tell you Nate’s!”
“Oh my god, you need help!” I said as I laughed, “You’re not exactly good at bargaining.”
“C’mon. Just tell me! I don’t need exact details just…big,” Lucy whispered as she held up her pinky, sticking it straight in the air, “Or a bit on the smaller side,” her pinky bent down, into a little spiral.
“For Christ’s sake, Lucy, I’m not going to tell you the size of my boyfriend’s penis.” I said a little—okay! A Lot!—louder then I had wanted to.
Not only did the elderly couple next to us stare, but literally everyone did; even the waiters and waitresses.
Lucy forced a laugh, “Hu-hu! Nothing like a bit of Sex Ed. huh?”
When no one laughed or looked away, only continued to stare, Lucy cleared her throat and mumbled, “Ah-hem! Check, please!”

I glared at the blank canvas and sighed. I was still blank! And it was frustrating