"No"

"No?" He blinked, "What do you mean no? You just told me you fucked Noir!"

"I mean, not really"

"Not really?"

"Like, it was in my dream. We were going to but we didn't get that far because you woke me up"

"Why would you do it with Noir?!"

"I DON'T KNOW, IT WAS A DREAM"

"Yeah but it's Noir. And I'm me. Why not with me?"

"I guess dream me has a thing for Noir" I shrugged casually, "His accent is rather nice"

"Doesn't matter if his accent is nice or not, he wants to sell you for sex. He doesn't actually like you"

"Ouch" I scowled, "Wow, keep the compliments coming"

"I'm not saying that, that's just what he is. He thinks your beautiful so he thinks he can make a lot of money off you. It's true, I'd pay-"

"Hey" I made the signal to zip his lips and he grinned.

"Kidding" He shrugged, "I don't even need to pay, do I Hols?"

"That was one time, you seriously need to get over that" Every time this topic came up I felt my cheeks heat. And everyone time Zac flirted with me, Max came into my mind and made me feel guilty.

Why was I feeling guilty? We were over, done with. He cheated on me, he broke my heart.

I needed to get over him, needed to just forget about him. My eyes flickered up to Zac before getting up and walking over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

His teasing grin faded and was replaced by a raised eyebrow in question to what I was doing, "I mean... if you really want to do it again, I guess I can let you one last time"

His hands slowly slid down toward my hips before shoving me backwards onto the bed calling me to cry out. I let out a gasp as I pulled my hair from my face to glare up at him, "What the hell?!"

"No. Bad girl" He shook his head, "I saw that sad puppy look on your face, you were thinking about Max just before that"

I pouted, "Please"

"See? Begging"

"NO!" I exclaimed, banging my fist on the soft bed, "Fine. Whatever" I turned away before wiggling under the covers, throwing a small tantrum.

"Hey, you know what?" Zac's voice was smooth and I felt the bed move as he climbed onto it. I debated on giving him the silent treatment and not talking but my curious butt couldn't help it, "What?"

"You look good in that"

"In what?"

"My top" He chuckled, reminding me, "Why are you wearing it?"

"I stripped down but then felt cold and I didn't want to wear my clothes to bed"

"Did you smell it?"

I hesitated, my muscles tensing before squeaking a, "No"

This caused Zac to release a small laugh, "You still do that? I remember you always did it when we were younger. You're like a dog"

I pushed myself up to turn back and glare at him once more before feeling my breath disappear at the realization for how close he was. He seemed to notice my pause because he cocked his head with a small smile as if challenging me.

I cleared my throat, "I'm not a dog, I don't go sniffing people's clothes. Just yours" I retorted before hesitating, "That doesn't sound any better, does it?"

Zac didn't respond for a minute and the gaze that was in his eyes made my heart speed up. What was with the strange look...

"uh, Zac?"

"Yeah?"

"Just making sure you weren't in a trance" I sighed, lying back down on the bed, "I miss when we were children. Things were so much easier. No money issues, no working all the time. Just relaxing"

He kicked off his shoes and lay back next to me, "I mean I don't have money issues and you wouldn't either if you let me-"

"No, shut your mouth" I stopped him mid-sentence and we sighed.

"Do you remember when you used to make me cuddle you?" He turned his head to look at me, "Or you'd fall asleep with your head on my lap"

"Stop bringing that up" I felt my cheeks warm up.

"When did you get over me?" His voice was a teasing tone but I knew it was a serious question.

"When?" I tried to think about it, "I guess at the end of middle school, or mid middle school. Like I said I never liked you, you were the only male that treated me nice then"

" You liked me. You wanted to marry me"

"I was a kid. I just wanted you for your money"

"That's false because you didn't even realize I was going to take over my father's business. Remember the shock on your face when I told you?"

"Well it did surprise me. How someone as dumb as you would take over a business like that"

"Rude"

"I know"

"I missed this"

"I did too"

Silence fell after that. My eyes were locked onto the white ceiling, the light was turned off but the sun shone into the room to make it bright. I turned my head to the side and noticed Zac's eyes were shut.

"Why are you watching me?" He asked after a minute, his eyes flashing over.

I reached out, wrapping my hand around his neck and pulling him toward me before placing a light kiss on his cheek, "I'm sorry"

He blinked once before turning to me, "Stare at me more if you want to keep apologizing for that"

I rolled my eyes and he turned away again shutting his eyes, "Do it again"

My brow furrowed, "No, stop being weird" I hit his arm and the fake pout that appeared on his lips made me giggle.

"Hey I think you owe me at least that"

"Fine" I sighed. I didn't need to pull him closer now because he was close enough. I leaned over, but just before I could peck his cheek he turned toward me.

My eyes widened when my lips landed on his own, his eyes flashed open, the playful glint in them made a smile grow on my face, "Seriously Zac?" My words glided along his lips.

My hand involuntarily went up to his cheek and I left another short kiss against his lip, "I missed you" My words was soft and he copied my actions, returning the kiss.

It lasted for ten seconds until I finally pulled back, my eyes re-opening. When I realized what had just happened my eyes flew open and my cheeks lit up, "What the hell?"

"I guess you're still clingy" He smiled.

"Me? Clingy? You tricked me into a kiss"

"You carried it on"

"No, shut up. Do you have food?"

"In the fridge"

I pushed myself out of bed, tugging down the top a bit. My face was on fire and I felt like time was slow as I tried to escape the room that basically felt like lava right now.

"Hollie" Zac's voice made me stop at the door and look back to him.

"Hm?"

"I have a question"

"Fire away"

"Do you think we'd be together?"

"Together?"

"Boyfriend, girlfriend. If I hadn't constantly pushed you away and made it clear I liked you" He said the worlds slowly as he pushed himself up to sit in bed. My eyes fell as I thought deep about it.

Would we be?

I can imagine it wouldn't have gone on in highschool, people would have thought us weird. If we kept flirting though and kept things going, once we were both out it could have been a thing. We could go on holidays together, cruises. Making him dinner, welcoming him home from work. Cuddling. Sex.

My eyes returned to his and I shrugged, "Maybe"

"Maybe..." He repeated.

"We can't change the past though, can we?" I joked, gripping the door frame tightly. This conversation was becoming too serious for my liking.

"It's possible to change the future though"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I arched an eyebrow.

He seemed to pause, "that someday cars will fly"

My brow furrowed before I burst out laughing, "You're such a fricking weirdo, Zac" I commented before leaving the room with a shake of my head.

Is that what he really meant when he said that?

Don't get things into your head.

I played with my hairs, something I tended to do when I was nervous. I paused before running backward to ask him something only to bump into him. I glanced up, "watch where you're going"

"You were going backward" He pointed out.

"Do you want food?"

"Food?"

"I'm going to cook. I'll make you something, okay?"

"Oh... okay" He said the words like a shy kid and it made me smile, "I'm going to my room for a while, don't bother me"

"Rude" I scowled, "I will bother you now"

"Feel free to do so" He shrugged, "But don't flip out when you catch me jerking off"

My mouth fell open at his words which caused a smile to appear on his own face. He leaned down and planted a small kiss on my forehead, "I'm not joking" Then with that he left and walked off to his room.

I felt myself frozen in place on the spot before quickly tapping my head then rushing to the kitchen. I pushed that thought and image to the back of my mind then began grabbing ingredients for dinner.

I made a Chicken, Zucchini, and Prosciutto for the both of us. Both of my mothers were very talented when it came to cooking so of course they taught me how to do that. I remember trying to teach Zac when we were younger which made me smile.

This meal obviously wasn't anything fancy but it wasn't like we were ont he verge of starvation. I groaned, looking at all the cupboards, not sure where the utensils were. This was a big place.

I rushed to Zac's room and knocked lightly on the door but didn't go in, "Where are the table mats and utensils?"

"Uh..." His voice came out kind of quiet as if thinking, "The top drawer at the corner"

"WHY ARE YOU STILL JERKING OFF?!"

"Let me finish, woman" The words came out as a grunt and it made me blush.

"Whatever, hurry up" I quickly wobbled away. It wasn't like I hadn't caught him jerking off before, I had once and wow was it... something.

I set the table and put everything out before pouring us both some soda. After a few more minutes Zac came out. I glanced up to him from my seat, "Your zipper's down"

"Oh" He pulled it up.

"Go wash your hands. Now" I demanded and he obediently did so. After he finished he sat down, "this looks good"

"Thank you. Did you dry your hands and use soap?"

He looked up to me, arching an eyebrow, "First of all, yes I did. Second of all, don't you act like a whole hygiene freak"

"You were just touching yourself!"

"If I remember... you had this in your mouth once"

And with that sentence, I turned my head, making a wall between us with my hair and began eating.