Wait…What!?!
Turning my head to the left confirmed my suspicion. Leaning against the wall not far from where I stood was Zak. Dressed casually in his signature white shirt and jeans, Zak had a very relaxed vibe around him and as always, he looked like a model straight out of a magazine.
“Yo…” Zak greeted me simply as he turned his head my way.
How long has he been standing there? No, before that, why and how is he here?!
“Hey…” I replied softly.
Zak smiled sweetly at me and a feeling of something very similar to dread took over me. I had many questions that I wanted to ask but they all died on my tongue when I saw his forced smile.
I see, the feeling that came over me must have been guilt. I forced a smile back. We both understood the situation without having to talk about it. Most of the time I loved how we could communicate without needing to actually communicate with each other but at times like these, it was like a curse.
“Don’t you want to ask me why I’m here? Or how I found out that you were here? Or…how long I’ve been waiting for you out here?” Zak asked, his too beautiful smile never leaving his lips.
His right hand reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes that no longer exists because he gave them up for me all those years ago.
Zak is very upset right now…and it’s my fault.
I’m sorry Zak. I woke up late and when I saw your message I didn’t know when we were supposed to meet. I’m sorry I took too long in the shower, and you had to wait. I’m honestly on the way to the base right now…
“I’m sorry…Zak…” was all I managed to slowly say out loud. The rest would probably sound like a bunch of bad excuses to him anyways.
“That’s ok. I didn’t wait for long, I just got here,” Zak replied brightly as he stretched both his arms above his head.
Ok, so he was here for ages and his body is stiff and needs a stretch. I got his message and I’m sure he knew very well that I got it.
“I’m very sorry, Zak” I apologized once again as I took his hand into mine.
Zak just smiled back at me, and I knew that forgiveness was not on his mind at all. I wish Zak would just shout at me when he got mad but that wasn’t how things worked with Zak.
“I’m sure Lucien booked that suite with a late check out option…wanna fuck before we go?” Zak asked as he eyed the suite’s door.
“Huh?” was all I could say. I admit I didn’t expect that from him.
“I guess as much as I want to…we probably should head out…” Zak said with playful regret in his voice as he grinned at me.
Without another word, Zak started walking towards the elevator dragging be behind him. As he squeezed my hand in his larger one, I realized that his last suggestion was probably the only honest thing he had said to me today. Regardless, Zak seemed to be in a slightly better mood, and I could feel our bond slowly mending as I watched his broad back in front of me.
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