The fun didn't seem to stop. As a pair or in threes, it was always crazy fun. Justin and I were out in my driveway playing one on one,
which we both were terribly cheating at. JC was out somewhere and my mom was in the kitchen making some brownies for us to snack on. I wasn't sure about the score because like I said, we were cheating anyway. I had the ball in my hand, dribbling down the pavement and
Justin was right behind me, trying to steal the ball. Which he could've easily done, because he's always been some huge basketball star. He towered over me, enclosed his arms around my waist, and spun me around so I was torn from the ball. I, of course, didn't mind in the least.
"Justin! Put me down!" I laughed. I felt my feet touch the ground, but his grip around my waist was still tight.
"I'm not ready to let go yet," he spoke into my ear.
"Apparently," I smiled. I felt his lips against my cheek, along with the body heat of his tall frame, and out of the corner of my eye I saw
half of his smile. I wanted to melt in his arms. With my track record so far, I probably didn't even have to melt. Nonetheless, it felt nice....romantic....extremely sexy.
"It's gonna be crucial when I leave, isn't it?" he asked, his fingers grazing the hemline of my basketball shorts.
"I don't wanna think about it. As long as you're here now, let's make the most of it. Come on, let's go see if the brownies are done." I gently broke from his grip and held onto a few of his fingers, pulling him inside.
"Your mom is such a great cook," Justin said as he bit into his third brownie.
"Are you sure you're not just really hungry?" I asked, shaking my head.
"Are you offering a place I can have something to taste?" he asked, a flirtatious smile plastered across his face.
I giggled. "Shut up, you're such a pervert." I quickly shushed him once I heard footsteps approaching the kitchen.
"Zahra, I have to go run some errands, I'll be back later. I should be home to make dinner, but if I'm not, I'm leaving money to order pizza," my mom said.
Order pizza? Who was this WOMAN?! God forbid I ask for pizza. I get the whole, "You know vegetables are healthier" speech. I HATE that speech. I looked at her in confusion. Take it Zahra, before she changes her mind!
"Okay mom, bye."
"Bye Ms. Camden," Justin said.
"Bye guys."
The door closed and I got up to check when she pulled off. I turned to look at Justin, folding my arms. His eyes darted around and he looked behind his back.
"What?" he asked.
"Okay, my mom loves you. She's letting me order pizza. She'd never let me even ask for pizza if you weren't here."
"Aw, that sucks. But look on the bright side, she DID leave us here alone. That's a big one," Justin teased.
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, let's go chill in the living room. What do you wanna watch?"
"I don't know, throw on what you have."
I looked through our videotapes: Sister Act, Sister Act 2, Def Comedy Jam, Nutty Professor, Toy Story, The Lion King, Bad Boys, Pulp Fiction....I passed my fingers through the binding of tapes, what to watch?
"Bad Boys?" I asked.
"Sure."
I set up the movie and fast forwarded through all the previews I practically knew by heart. Once the movie started, Justin placed his
arm around my shoulder, so I slid over closer to him and laid my head on his. I felt his finger rub across the bottom of my chin, raising my
head up. I felt so safe being in Justin's arms. Our lips touched and I couldn't help but smile on the inside.
His hand rubbed up and down my back, feeling my tongue enter his mouth. It was a battle of wrestling, until I finally gave in and let him control the direction of our heated kiss. I could slowly feel my body lowering until my back was on the couch. Once I felt his body on top of mine, my teenage hormones began to rage and explode. His hands were cautious while traveling down my body to snake between my thighs. His fingers rubbed me from the exterior of my basketball shorts. I moaned softly.
"What are we about to do?" I asked.
"Nothing, if you don't want to," he replied.
"I think I--" I heard the door unlock. Justin and I froze. Another lock clicked and I quickly pushed him off of me. We sat up straight and
placed distance between ourselves. We tried to act like nothing had happened, but instead we looked at one another and started to giggle.
"What's so funny?" JC asked. That just catapulted into more giggling. JC sighed heavily. "Oh to be 16, again."
1997: It Strikes Again. No, really.
One thing I hated more than the morning was having to wake up to someone screaming my name. And JC at that, screaming my name. Stop. Before your perverted minds leave you. Trust me, in any context.....it's still not sexy at 9 am.
"What?!!?!!" I called back groggily.
"Come down for breakfast!"
JC can't cook, though. Wait, I don't need to spare him, I'll tell him that in person. I got up and walked out of my room, to use the
bathroom. I spent a little bit longer in the bathroom than usual, because I wanted super fresh breath in case Justin attacked me, and I
willingly accepted. Which takes no genius to figure out that I would. When I was done, I put on a pair of tube socks and stuffed my feet into my CareBear slippers. I finally made my way downstairs and I expected that no one would even notice.
Other than brush my teeth longer than the normal four minutes, my hair was still in a messy bun, my pj top was an old Michael Jackson shirt, and I had on some shorts I stole from my brother years ago. Not to mention the tube socks and slippers. Huh. Maybe they would notice, I look like one of the Lost Boys from Neverland. But, the last thing I'm trying to be is pretty in the morning during the early start of summer break. Absolute furthest thing from my mind.
"JC, you burn boiling water so I can't even begin to understand why you'd wake me up at 9 talking about breakfast," I said.
JC sucked his teeth and swatted a potholder at me. "You shut your dirty mouth. I didn't cook breakfast, your Prince Charming did."
I looked over at Justin and he smiled, shaking his head. I desperately wanted to throw a whole pot at JC for that remark. But violence isn't the answer, especially when there's a witness present.
"Really? My Prince Charming?" I repeated.
"I could call him your boyfriend if it makes you feel better," he suggested.
He looked at me. I studied his eyes. They weren't how they usually were, warm and gentle. Instead, I was staring at ice; cold, detached, and sharp. I couldn't even continue to keep eye contact with him. Did I miss something? JC can't possibly be irritated because he thinks I'm with Justin. Can he? I haven't even made my decision yet about being in a relationship with him.
"Ahem, um, Justin I didn't know you could cook," I proceeded.
"Yeah, I'm not Emeril, but I can do the basic stuff like pancakes and such. Plus, I wanted to do somethin' nice for you both since I'll be
back in Tennessee soon," he replied.
"That's so sweet, thank you, I definitely appreciate it."
"And next time I come visit, I want JC to make me breakfast," he teased.
"Oh yeah, sure, I'll make you a Poptart," JC chuckled.
"I'm sure I can help him learn to cook. Why don't we start now while you go shower and get ready, Justin?" I suggested.
"You don't have to tell me twice, I can do without my eyebrows getting burned off."
Justin ran off before JC could get him. Good. JC and I needed to talk, again. Or better yet, I wanted to talk, interrogate, and he could listen.
"Why'd you do that?" JC asked.
"Because we obviously need to talk again," I replied.
"Talk about what?" he asked again.
"About why you were looking at me like that a few minutes ago. JC, let's cut the bullshit, you lied to me. You said that we were nothing
more than friends. You know that's not true. Justin and I aren't together. So I really don't need the evil eye from you."
"Zahra....whatever."
"I'm trying to be open with you, Josh, because I'm usually not. Why can't you work with me?" I questioned. Why can't you EVER work with me,
Josh? Goodness.
"Maybe I don't wanna be open with you, Zahra. Maybe I wanna keep the confusion I have to myself. Maybe I don't like that you and Justin being together bothers me in the back of my mind," he replied.
I sighed heavily. "JC be ashamed about liking me, I don't care. But don’t take it out on me. Besides, anything that happened before, I LET happen."
"I know you're trying to make it sound better, but it’s not."
"You're so dramatic, JC.”
"I feel like a dirty old man," JC said.
I shook my head. "Dirty old man? You're only 20. It's not like we're having sex or in a relationship. I mean...didn't you date
Nikki? Nikki was 15, wasn't she?"
"That's different, she's only three years younger than I am. Not five," he replied.
"Whatever. You’re not screwing my brains
out, alright? We kissed once. It’s not a big deal."
"Screwed your brains out? Sometimes I really wonder if you are 16, with the way you speak. It’s a big deal to me, Zahra..."
"Fine. You know, I remember telling you that one day you wouldn't think of me as some kid anymore. I’m not too far away from becoming a woman. Pretty soon the worry will go away, and you’ll ache for me...."
1997: The Last Day
Justin and I spent a lot of time talking to each other about how we could approach "us". It was hard, because I didn't want a long distance relationship. We were kids, how were we going to maintain such a complicated relationship up until he moved here? That alone was an investment of two years. What if he met someone else? What if I met someone else? This was going to take much more than I think we'll be ready to handle. But Justin is so adamant about this and if he believes in it so strongly, I should, too. But....I don't know.
By the time he was all packed up and ready to go, I'd made my decision. I wanted to be with him, but I couldn't. If I took a risk now and it
didn't work, I know I'd end up regretting it. We were up in my room, hanging out while JC got ready. He was laying across my lap looking up
at me, my fingers were caressing his soft and short curls.
"So you're really sure about this, Zahra?" Justin asked me.
"Yes, for the last time yes," I smiled.
"I'm only making sure. And because I'd like it if you changed your mind."
"I'm not gonna put you in that kind of position. Just be sure to call me when you get in, doesn't matter the time," I said. He nodded.
"Come on children, let's go!" JC called.
"Yes, Daddy C!" We both called back. I silently chuckled at JC's frustrated sigh.
I climbed into the backseat and my mood changed. I was feeling all the fun and happiness being drained out of me. It was only normal to miss someone after they leave. I was eerily silent, counting down the days
of how long it would be before I saw him again. I wiped a tear away from my eye. I'll be fine, I'm fine. It's not good-bye forever, Zahra.
I got out and waited for Justin as he said his good-bye and thank you to JC. It really was sweet of Josh to invite Justin here. I definitely
had to say thank you.
Justin's bags were sitting on the pavement as he smiled at me. I managed a tiny, closed-mouth one in return, it's not like I was really
in the mood to smile. He took my arm and pulled my body into his. I was reluctant to hug him back; if I did, I'd have to let go. I didn't want to have to let go. I was aware of me being very selfish. I didn't know what else to do since I was hellbent on not crying.
"Hug me, Zahra. Please."
I was still being stubborn until Justin kissed me. And kissed me well. I gradually placed my arms around his neck, embracing him tightly, and I allowed my tears to flow freely. I was too young to be feeling such strong emotions for someone. Especially someone that lived on the other side of the country. I let my lips linger on his bottom one, I just wanted to feel his fingers crawl down my back. I stared into his deep,
blue eyes, and for the first time in my life, I felt love. A shared love.
"Don't cry, Zee. I won't be gone for long, I promise," Justin comforted.
"I'm really gonna miss you," I said.
"Look, JC'll take care of you while I'm gone. I've gotta go. I'll talk to you soon."
I let go of Justin; I watched him grab his backpack and walk into the airport. We waved to one another for the last time, and I walked back to the car. I got in, wiping my face before I put on my seatbelt.
"Thank you, JC. For inviting him, even if it wasn't for me. Thank you."
"You're welcome. And....I'd do anything for you, Zahra. Remember that."
JC'll take care of me....
1997: Calls and Changes
It was the beginning of winter. Things were going well between JC and I, we didn't have another incident. But I don't, in any way, believe that he hasn't wanted to kiss me. Why do I believe that? Because that would mean I haven't wanted to....and that's a lie. It WAS my first kiss and it was with JC, there's no way I'd forget it even if I wanted to. It was almost breathtaking, that kiss. I'm not saying it was better or worse than Justin's, but a kiss from JC was different than a kiss from Justin. Example? Just recall that shower I had to take after he kissed me.
That was then, though. I'm gonna be a year older in about two months, JC's already 21 and moved on with his new girlfriend. I can't stand her, but that's not because I'm jealous or anything. She's just a deceiving, gold-digging, trying to make a name for herself trash bag . Excuse my French. That sounds like jealousy, but I swear it isn't. It's merely the sound of me trying to protect someone who means a lot to me. JC's so sweet and when he's in love, that's it. He can't see anything past his love.
That girl, Bambi, Bonnie, whatever her damn name is, she's using him. I want to tell him, but I know it's not my business nor my place to do
so. I am tempted though, because I care so much and I can't see him get hurt. But....I guess I'll have to stand by him until he sees it for himself. And I'm gonna live on the prayer that it's in the next month or so. I--
"Zahra!!!!!"
I dashed downstairs. I didn't even know I could run that fast in my house without at least smacking into a wall. My heart was in my mouth as I sprawled my arms across the kitchen counter. JC was standing there
with a huge smile on his face. If this is about that Bambi broad, I'm throwing ice at him.
"You.....scared.....the....shit....out of me," I said, still catching my breath.
"Oh, sorry. I have something to tell you."
"No, I will not be a witness if you elope," I said. JC squinted his eyes at me and sighed heavily.
"NO, I have different news," he said.
"Well.....I'm waiting." I've been such a brat to him lately, but it's all out of love. My sarcasm gets the best of me sometimes.
"I'm thinking about joining a group!" he exclaimed.
Okay? He yelled like that because he's gonna be in a band? Where's a brick when you need one? JC's happiness changed once he noticed he wasn't getting the same response from me.
"You're not excited. Why are you not excited for me?" he asked.
"Because you have yet to explain anything to me, Joshua sweetie," I mocked. Okay, now I'm being a total asshole.
"If you're gonna give me attitude, then forget it," he snapped.
"Look, tell me what you have to tell me," I sighed.
"You've been snapping at me all day, what's your problem?" he asked.
"PMS, now tell me."
......I lied. I haven't been too nice since he's been with Bernie. But if I said, "Don't worry about it", he'd NEVER stop questioning me.
"Well, Justin called me and said that a friend of his, Chris Kirkpatrick, is putting together a group and J wants me in it. I'd have to go down to Orlando for a couple of weeks and see how things work out," he explained.
Whoa, wait a DAMN minute. When was Justin gonna tell me this? He's only been away from LA for about five months! And why Orlando? Now JC'll be leaving? This is moving so fast.....or I'm moving too fast. Either way,
what happens if both of them decide to join the group? Will they forget about me? Will I ever see them again?
"So, so what are you gonna do?" I asked.
"I don't know yet. I'm thinking I wanna do it. I mean J's gonna be there and.....I just have a good feeling about this," he replied. I'd never seen him so excited before. He really wants to do this.
"I think.....I think you should do it," I suggested.
"Really?"
"Yeah, opportunities like this are a dime a dozen. I've listened to you and Justin sing, even when you thought I didn't hear, and you guys have something special. You, um, you should definitely go and see how things
work out," I replied.
I already felt tears coming on at the thought of JC leaving. I haven't had to deal with him being so far away in a good while. It was almost foreign. I'm such a baby. And being a voice of the wise, of course, JC read my response in a completely different way.
"You know....it'll be okay to miss me," he teased.
Ugh. Miss you? Miss YOU? Unintentional jerk, you know me WAY too well. You can't catch a joke but you can understand me? How did I let THAT happen?
"Shut up! Just call whoever back and tell him, yes you're coming to Orlando," I smiled.
"Thank you. Whether you believe me or not, your support matters to me." I smiled and he gave me one of those sibling hair ruffles before going back to his sanctuary. You know, where someone puts their hand on your
head and tousles your hair? Ahh! I hate that!
"What the hell, Chasez? I'm almost 17!!" I called down into the basement.
"An almost 17 cute kid!!" he called back.
"Damn him," I whispered.
I wonder what's gonna happen with this group thing? Are they trying to do a New Kids On The Block kind of group or a Nirvana grunge type of gr......definitely New Kids On The Block. I wonder what was being talked about on the phone. I can't imagine what would happen if they were famous now, compared to MMC. How were they even gonna go about this? I don't know what'll happen, but I just hope they have a plan.
1997: One Is The Loneliest Number...love that song.
It only took a matter of one week and JC was packing his bags for Orlando. I don't do very well with good-bye's if it isn't noticeable. I
always say I'm not gonna cry and what do I do? I cry. Not even a cute cry, either. But those gross ones which you're supposed to naturally
let it be cute but instead you hold back and it's ugly. Hate those.
JC was so nervous about going. He didn't think he was gonna be good enough and was worried about if the other person didn't want him in the group. He was having a classic "Joshua Scott" meltdown. I named it because it was so unique to him. He was so talented and he never thought so. It humbled him, but it also made me wonder why he felt insecure.
"Joshua!" I yelled.
His lips stopped moving and I let out a sigh of relief. So he CAN close his mouth. I would not have guessed it. He stared at me with his worried face, waiting for me to say something. The only plus to seeing that expression? He looked so damned adorable. There, I said it. Okay. Whoo.
"Let's sing a song," I said as I walked over to his stereo. I switched it on and picked the channel based on what I heard. Something caught my ear and I turned the volume up. It was the perfect song.
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
And emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
I went back to helping JC fold his clothes into his suitcase. My head was down, but I could feel his eyes piercing me. I wanted him to stop
worrying and the only way I knew how, was if he was singing instead. I could hear him faintly hum, and he didn't produce not one off-note.
And tell me that we belong together
And dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
I was so into listening to the song and folding, I hadn't noticed how many of JC's boxer briefs I touched. It was bittersweet. Like, gross this is so wonderful, sort of.....nevermind. I started to giggle at one pair until my attention was snapped directly in front of me. JC was singing.
And I'll be your cryin' shoulder
I'll be love's suicide
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
That feeling I got when I heard JC's voice was indescribable. It's hard to explain because I feel like, no one else felt the exact way I did
when I heard him sing. I almost wanted to get a candle and light it so I could wave it in the air. But before I could even think about finding
one, I heard the stereo's volume lower.
"Thank you, Zee."
"No problem, it was the only way I could get you to shut-up," I teased.
"I feel so mu......did you fold my underwear?" he asked.
"You know, some guys would say thank you and move on," I warned.
"But I'm not like other guys. It's okay if you wanted to touch my unmentionables, it is o-kay."
"I didn't wan.....gahhh, you're so ridiculous," I laughed.
"I'm awesomely ridiculous, thank you." I smiled, shaking my head. "Hey....if this whole group thing turns into something big, we'll still
be close, right?"
I swear it's like he can read my mind. I've been worried about the exact same thing. I've been worried about that ever since he started dating that freakin' Banshee....Bungee...or whatever the hell her damn name is.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" I retorted.
"What? Why?"
"Because you're the one who's gonna be famous, not me," I replied.
"Number one, we don't know what's gonna happen so famous is really a long-shot. And just because I'm leaving doesn't mean I'm gonna forget you existed. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't even be in LA," JC said.
"A lot of people say that JC, and then next thing you know, we run into each other and you don't acknowledge I'm alive."
That was my overactive imagination at it's best.
"You really need to layoff the drama books and television," he smiled. "What makes you think I'd do that?"
"You're girlfriend is quite the influence."
I was not supposed to say that. I can't believe I just said that. Uh, well.....I can't believe I just said that in front of JC.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"What's what supposed to mean? I didn't say anything," I replied quickly.
"Zahra," he began.
"It's not my place, so I'm not saying anything. That was a Freudian slip, let it be."
"Sounds like.....jealousy to me."
I scoffed. "Jealousy? Are you serious? Jealous of what, Boogie? You're nuts."
"Her name is Bobbi, and no not of her.....jealous that I'm with HER."
"Like I said, you’re nuts," I said.
"Come on, Zahra, really? You think I don't know what all you say about my girlfriend? The fact that you don't care to even learn her name is dead giveaway," he pointed out.
"I don't NEED to know her name, I'm not dating her Jace."
"Fine, whatever Zahra. I'll just continue to ignore your deep love for touching my underwear."
"What? I'm not touching your...oh hey, how'd that happen?" I dropped his boxer brief and he laughed.
"I'm definitely gonna miss your antics. Make sure you take care of my Jeep while I'm gone. I'll still send car note payments to you so don't
crash her or I'll crash you," he threatened.
I rolled my eyes. JC was so not threatening with those huge dog slippers on. I wasn't gonna tell him that of course because, you know how guys can be. If he means "business" he means "business". Dork.
"Okay dude. I won't crash your precious Jeep. God forbid someone crashes into me and injures my body," I shot.
He rubbed the back of his neck, looking at me. I knew that look, I saw it when we kissed in the kitchen. He was giving me the eye. "Don't be
stupid, I would never want anything to happen to your body."
"You.....I'm not even gonna say anything." I sat on his bed and re-folded anything I saw just to keep my hands busy.
He chuckled softly and walked away to use the bathroom. JC was something else, and on so many levels other than one. Regardless, I
hope everything goes the way it's supposed to. I want the best for Justin. I want the best for JC.
1997: So Long, Farewell, Au Revoir, Goodbye
Like I said, I wasn't very great at good-bye's. But you know who was worse and it made me quite sick? If you guessed my mom, you'd be
correct. She was freakin' crying! Whose mother is she? Anyway, I grabbed JC and took off before she could even try to chaperone me in the Jeep. Like if it wasn't going to be awkward enough already, I'd want my mom to be there to enjoy the sunlight. I'll pass.
"So who's picking you up from the airport in Orlando?" I asked as we pulled out of the neighborhood.
"Chris and Justin," he replied.
"Chris is the guy who's putting this all together, right? That Killpatrick?"
JC laughed and nodded. "Do you purposely butcher people's names? It's Kirkpatrick. But yeah, we're gonna be looking at another guy as soon as I get in. It's weird but, I know who we're gonna see. We met when after I first moved to Orlando. His name is Joey Fatone."
"Wait, so this guy Chris is taking you and Justin to go check out a guy HE knows named Joey, but YOU already know Joey?" I asked. I needed to clarify and make sure I understood.
"Yeah, sounds about right."
"I don't like to spray the cheese whiz, but...if that's not fate, I don't know what is."
"Does that mean you'll be alright and won't make me cry when I get out the car?" he asked.
"No, I'm still doing that, but I won't be as worried about you and Justin. I think that after today, all of your lives will change forever. I mean, doesn't the mere connection of your lives strike you as destiny?" I asked.
"I haven't decided on that, we're not all in a tough spot yet. Guess I'll have to see," he replied.
"Either way, good luck."
"Do you really mean that?" he asked.
"Of course I do. If pursuing this is what makes you happy, then I'd want it for you. Just promise me that you won't let Justin do anything stupid. I know you're a grown man and the women are probably gonna..... nevermind." I didn't want to talk about it anymore.
"You're worried about...potential groupies?" he asked.
"Like I said, you're a grown man so I know better than to think you wouldn't sleep with any of them or other girls at that. Be safe."
"Zee.....are you asking me not to sleep around with anyone else?" he asked. I didn't respond. No, that's not what I was saying.....at least
I don't think it was. "I can't even begin to understand how YOU'D be the one worried about me sleeping around when.....my own girlfriend isn't."
Welp, I've already expressed how "smart" I think SHE is.
"You're my friend, I wouldn't want you to do anything stupid or hurtful to them," I said bluntly.
"Right.....come help me with some of this stuff, please."
I nodded. I waited for him to get out of the Jeep and I dropped my head against the steering wheel. Sometimes I just wish I knew when to shut up. I said too much, and too much of nothing I initially never wanted
to say. I finally stepped out and began to help him with his things. I placed his duffle on the curb and he closed the door back. I leaned on
the back of the Jeep, looking down at my shoes. This wasn't the sweet, normal goodbye I was hoping for. It was weird and awkward, it was nipping at my brain.
"Hey," JC softly called.
I looked up and he was staring down at me. I noticed how watery his eyes were. Was he actually on the verge of tears? In an instant, I was broken right into millions of pieces. Oh no, I wasn't gonna cry. Nope, not.....no, damn it no. What the hell was wrong with me? I don't think I've ever cried so much until the moment JC and Justin came into my life. All it took was that first tear and I was embraced; pressed
against a rock hard chest. I kept my arms locked around his torso, that was the easy part. The difficulty lied in letting go.
"I'll miss you, too," JC said.
"I don't know if I'll be ready to do this all the time if you guys get famous."
"You'll get used to it. And.....you don't have to worry about my girlfriend influencing me," he assured.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because me and you have something that she and I don't," he replied.
I......I was confused. Safe to say that much, at least. We have something? What was he talking about? We shouldn't have anything, if
you ask me. But nonetheless, I was curious.
"Which is what?"
"A sort of...forbidden lust..."
He whispered it so gently into my ear, I felt my knees almost start to give out. My blood started pumping quickly, shooting through my body. My senses were awakened. I felt the faint breath from his mouth pull away from my ear and his eyes were locked onto mine. Before I could even think a thought, JC pulled my chin and pressed his lips against mine. He swiftly touched his tongue against my own, grabbing the back of my neck to deepen our kiss. I felt his groan all through my body,
his teeth pulling on my bottom lip, before he released me.
"Bye Zahra."
He winked at me before grabbing his bags and heading inside the airport. I was still standing behind the Jeep, in total awe.
"Wow..."
Author's Chapter Notes:
Sorry it took so long! I left my ipod in class last Thurs and I have all my stories written in my notes. But I have it back, thank God, and after some final tweaking, here's the end result.
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