The Cabin by the Lake

2016 started off great. I was focusing on my career and Ryan. I was helping Casey with her final wedding plans, and I even started to take a yoga class. The Zac department was awkward at first, but now we are strictly friends. None of this getting drunk and telling each other about our feeling crap. But I can still see it in his eyes…It’s now February and Casey’ wedding is approaching fast. I walked into Ryan’s bedroom with a bowl full of pasta and sat on his bed while he was on the phone. I’ve been spending most of my nights at Ryan’s. He looked sad and distressed. He hung up and sat next to me. “That was my mom…” I put the pasta down, “What’s wrong?” He put his head on my shoulder, “My grandma is in the hospital…I have to go…” I nodded and rubbed his back. “But I’ll miss the wedding…” I lifted his chin up. “Don’t worry about that. Take it from me, Grandma’s come first.” He kissed me and held onto me tight. “Bring Zac? He’ll have fun there.” I shrugged, “He might have plans.” Ryan shook his head, “No he doesn’t.” I nodded, “Maybe. I might be too busy taking pictures!” I didn’t want Zac near anything romantic and me. I wanted to be done with that chapter, and it would only spell danger if he came.

The next day I went back to my place after work, I had much more planning for Casey’s wedding to do. I heard Zac come in and he came to my room. He was sweaty from practice and shook his head at me. “What?” I asked, not fazed by his annoyed look. “You need a date for the wedding?” I shook my head, “I do not.” He did a breathy laugh, “Ryan talked to me about it. He’s pretty upset he can’t go and wants someone there to look after you.” I laughed, “What? Does he think I’ll cheat? Or that my ex is going to find me?” He shook his head, “Just the second.” I rolled my eyes, “He wouldn’t show up. Too many people that know the real him. Plus I’ll be busy doing my job and photographing the wedding. If you came you would just sit there and be bored.” He nodded, “That’s what I told him. Plus, you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder for weeks.” I shrugged and went back to my computer screen. He turned around, “whatever.” He took his shower and left the apartment.

It was dark out now, around 10pm. I was watching Gilmore Girl re-runs and decided to take a shower. I heard Zac come home, and then the freezer shut forcefully. I got out of the shower, wrapped the towel around me, and got out of the bathroom. I saw Zac sitting on the couch with frozen peas on his face. “What the hell?” I walked over to him and removed the peas. “Did you get into a fight?!” I asked a little more hysterical than I wanted. I looked at his cut lip and the cut above his already bruising eye. “It’s not a big deal.” He brought the peas back to his face, but I removed it. “Just let me clean it, okay?” I got a first aid kit and started to clean out the cuts. “What happened?” I moved closer to him, my legs straddling over his right leg. “I was at a bar and got into a fight. That’s it.” His eyes avoided me, but then he did a small wince, his hand landing on my inner thigh. Not out of aggression or sexual tendencies. But because he was in pain and it was the closest to grab. His hand was warm, and it sent my core into over drive, and I could feel myself getting wet. I wanted him. I took a step back. “Let me get dressed…then I’ll finish cleaning those cuts out.” I went into my room and closed the door. How did one little innocent touch lead to me getting all my old feelings back? I tried so hard to move them out, and here they are. Back again. I threw on a pair of shorts and t-shirt, and went back to aiding Zac. I straddled him to get a better view…and to cure my own racy thoughts. Wiping the cotton ball over his lip was the hardest…I just wanted to lean down and kiss them. I wanted to rest myself on his lap, run my hands through his hair and kiss him hard. I wanted to slip out of our clothes...I shook the thoughts out of my head. I looked at his hands and saw small scraped on them too. I picked them up and started to clean them. “Who was it?” He shrugged, “Just some drunk.” I nodded, I wouldn’t be getting much information out of him. I sighed loudly, mostly out of my own sexual frustration, “Would you like to attend the wedding with me?” He looked up at me, “I thought you didn’t need protection or whatever.” I laughed, “I may not…but you might.” He rolled his eyes at me, “I’ll see if I’m free.” He got up and walked towards the bathroom, “Thanks for…helping…” I nodded, “Thanks for letting me.”

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