Chasing Her Movie Star

9: A talk is needed

 July 2018

 *Amora*

 “So he is finally back… and you are going to his house ?” Payton asks me, as I am going through my clothes rather frantically.

 “Yeah... his house is finally done and he is home for a bit”. I am feeling all nervous about seeing Zac again. We have of course talked and made a few video calls, but I have been busy with School and he has been busy with shooting.

 I have even stayed longer to see him and in two days I am going home to my parents for the summer.

 “You should just show up in… like a long coat and pull it open like ... ta da”. Payton grins. “Like in movies… Make him jump you right there and then”.

 “Uh what about no ?” I shake my head. “The s*x was ... Well a-ma-zing… but I want us to be more than that”.

 She rolls her eyes. “You are a bore... but okay guess you are right. He is an older man after all.. we do not want to give him a heart attack”.

 “Ha ha very funny”. Now I roll my eyes, grabbing a t-shirt with a Cartoon thief he voiced, it is a wanted poster. “This is perfect''.

 “Wanted dead or alive… thief”. Payton grins. “Well he did steal your heart and you kitty cat... but I guess you want him alive ?”

 I pull off my pajamas and find a cute bra in my drawer. “Yup very much alive please”.

 “But…you do want to spend the night don’t you ?” She raises one eyebrow, looking at me.

 I sigh. “Yeah… okay ? I do want that”.

 “So go get him, tiger.. .make him commit”. She wink at me, but I have a feeling it won’t be that easy.

 I take a taxi to his place and as it drives up in front of the brand new house, Zac comes down the steps with a big smile on his face… he insists on paying the driver and I know that he won’t take no for an answer.

 As soon as the taxi drives off, he pulls me into his arms, hugging me tightly. “It’s amazing seeing you again darling… I… kinda missed you”.

 “I… kinda... missed you too”. I almost start crying when I feel his arms around me.  It’s like coming home after being away forever. It's like finding a safe harbour in a storm.

 “I like your shirt… does that mean you are going to... arrest me”. He wink at me with a cheeky grin.

 I grab his wrists. “Hmm I could handcuff you… if that’s your thing”.

 “Uhm normally not… but if it’s yours… I might like it”. He twists his wrists, and suddenly he has my hands caught. “Or maybe you would like it ?”

 I swallow, my legs feeling weak. “See... I said it before, you are the naughty one”. 

 “Your fault… I am usually a very nice boy, but you have this very bad effect on me… it might be those cute shorts… or it might be what’s inside those”. He pulls me into him. “But actually I prefer you having your hands free… I like feeling those on my skin”.

 He leans down, kissing me softly and my heart feels like it’s about to burst, as my hands wrap around his neck, clinging to him.

 *Zac*

 I know... this was not how it was supposed to do, but seeing her again kinda makes my spine turn into a wet noodle... and all logic fly out the door. She looks absolutely adorable in that t-shirt, denim shorts with little flowers and all stars with unicorns…and I just had to kiss her.

 She breaks the kiss, looking at me. “Zac, we have to talk”.

 “Hmm yeah… talk… sound sensible”. Why does her lips look so soft and luscious when she talks ? “Just one more kiss”. 

 She lets me catch her lips with mine, returning my now more heated kiss, a small soft moan escaping her.

 “Talk !” She gasps as she breaks the kiss again.

 “Okay, let me show you around the house.. then we can sit down with something cold on the back porch and talk”. I am trying hard to focus… she is right of course, we need to talk.

 It’s just not an easy talk and it does make me kinda feel like a jerk... truth is while I was in Canada…and our little talks.. I was kinda ready to give us a chance here when I got back… eat the reluctance over her age, because …Well she is pretty much perfect in any other way.

 But after talking to a couple of friends who warned me, both about the whole idea of dating someone that young and the way the media would take it…and realising how hectic my schedule will be the whole next year.  I can’t start something serious right now.

 To be honest I am also scared shitless of ... failing... of putting my heart on the line and seeing it all come crashing down again. I need to be sure… and to have the time to really work on it.  And I simply can’t do that right now.

 So I show her around my house. To be honest I really like this place, it has turned out just the way I wanted it.

 “Oh I like the bed”. She says as we get to the bedroom. “It looks soft”.

 “It is… but not too soft”. I wiggle my eyebrows. “And it hasn’t been christened yet”.

 She gives me a stern look. “Zac... talking”.

 “Beds are good for talking”. I mumble.

 She looks at me. “Is that all you want ? To get me into bed... is it just s*x ? Just tell me if it is… it’s okay if it is, I just want to know if it is”.

 And instantly I feel like the most horrible person, realising how I have been acting. “I am so sorry darling. I have been super insensitive, no I don’t want to. .. just do that.. let's go into the kitchen and talk”.

 “Thank you Zac”. She touches my arm softly, her cheeks going pale pink. “And it’s okay. I actually get how you feel. I just think we need to talk… first”.

 “You are totally right darling… we do need to talk”. I take her hand, leading her into my kitchen, feeling like I am walking to my doom.