heart, he said, “Feel that Ruby. The only
thing in my heart is you. I’ll do anything for you, anything. All
I want is for you to love me, to trust me. Give me another
chance. Just don’t leave me now.” His face was painted with
guilt as he begged and pleaded for me not to break up with
him.
“I never wanted to break up with you—I love you,
Zach.” I was about to follow that with a “but”, but he didn’t
give me a chance.
The words were barely out of my mouth
when he pulled me in for the most intense kiss we ever
shared—and that was saying a lot. Needless to say, I forgot
was I was going to say.
I lost myself in him, wondering if this was it. Was this
the night we would take the next step?
We generated so
much heat I was surprised that steam didn’t rise from his wet
clothes.
As he gently lowered me to the ground, my heart
tripled in beats. This was it and I was ready.
I held my breath as his lips left mine and started to
trail their way down my neck. I forgot all about the party and
how mad I was at him. All I wanted was for him to get closer
to me than he’d ever been. But no sooner did he start than he
was pulling me back up to sit beside him.
“I need to get you home, Ruby. It’s getting late,” he
said glancing at his watch. “If we head out right now, I’ll get
you home just before curfew.”
Screw curfew!
I wanted to shout it right in his face
and drag him back down to the ground. But I didn’t. I stood
up and took his hand as we walked back to the car.
Once we were back at Rosewood, he gave me a quick
kiss as he headed to his own car. That was it? One quick kiss
and he was gone?
I turned to enter the house, frustrated and
confused.
“Hey, Ruby!” he called and I turned around anxiously,
expecting him to sweep me off my feet with the mother of all
kisses. “You forgot something.” He tossed me the keys to my
car, winked, and drove away.
Men! Did they ever make any sense?
5. La La La…I can’t hear you!
I got into bed but I was nowhere even close to sleep.
It was such a strange night that I lay there and petted Coco as
I tried to wrap my brain around everything that happened—
Zach’s meltdown at the party, Misty pushing me into the pool,
our steamy moments at The Hideout.
One minute he was
kissing me and working his way toward something more and
the next he was taking me home. He lost all control at the
party but he had his hormones clearly in check when it came
to me. I knew he loved me, why didn’t he want to do more
than just kiss me?
We needed to talk about it but I didn’t know how to
approach the subject.
I wanted him to know
that I was
ready—ready
to lose my
virginity
to him.
Zach was
so
romantic—I knew it would be the most perfect night of my
life. But I didn’t want to make the first move because it just
felt wrong. He should be the one to set the pace, right?
He
was a boy for crying out loud!
Of course I wanted him to be
respectful and
slow down
if I asked him
to,
but really
shouldn’t he at least be trying to get more?
He must be made of steel if he could resist the urge to
go further. But I definitely wasn’t. No one ever made me as
hot and crazy as he did. Things were so much easier over the
summer because at least then I knew the reason why he
wasn’t going for it. How much more of this could I take before
I exploded? Where were the ghosts when I needed them?
I
should bite my tongue for even thinking such a thought. Still,
in a lot of ways, things were easier when I was being haunted.
We had something to focus on besides each other.
But now
Scarlet and Levi were gone and I knew they weren’t coming
back. Ghosts were the last thing Zach and I would ever have
to worry about.
Sleep evaded me until late into the night so I wasn’t
surprised to open my eyes and find that I slept way past noon.
Zach would be busy for most of the afternoon but Rachel
would be here soon. Today was her first day of working with
Shelly to start making plans for how to