Angel of Light (A Zak Bagans Story)

Chapter 90: Will You?

Chapter 90: Will You?

Roughly half an hour later...

Zak and I arrived back at his place, and while Zak tipped the driver, I ran up to the front door with his keys - quickly unlocking the door and stepping inside.

"Damn rain!" I grumbled, wiping a bit of water from my face. It was still pouring outside, and I just barely manage to step aside in time for Zak to run in behind me.

"Damn it!" He muttered, slicking his hair back off his forehead and trying to shape it back into place, as if he was embarrassed to be seen with his hair not shaped in his traditional "Zak Fin" style.

I smiled to myself as I closed the door behind him, and then laughed quietly to see him looking in a mirror that was on the wall near the front door.

"So that's why that mirror is there, huh?" I teased.

Zak laughed as he made a sheepish face.

"We can't all look as beautiful as you do all the time," Zak replied, with a smirk on his face.

I felt my face flush, and before I could say a word, Zak kissed me briefly.

I kissed him back, and then saw him grinning from ear to ear as he pulled back.

"What?" I asked softly, smiling slightly at how sweet he looked.

"I'm glad I can do that now," Zak replied, smiling still.

I smiled, feeling my face flush slightly again.

"I just hope I don't-" I started to say, but Zak cut me off.

"You do not suck at kissing, so don't you dare say it," Zak said softly, completely serious.

I felt my face flush a bit more, but feeling a bit more confident, I leaned up and gently kissed him. I felt Zak smile against my lips before he kissed me back, and I felt his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Before the kiss could become more passionate, we were both startled by a familiar bark.

"Gracie!" Zak jokingly groaned as we pulled back, causing us both to laugh.

I looked down to see Gracie standing near us, happily wagging her tail.

"Hi Gracie," I said, smiling as she looked up at me.

"Well, with that moment interrupted," Zak started with a small laugh. "Let me get us some towels and change of clothes before we freeze to death," Zak added, slipping off his shoes and then jogged upstairs.

I smiled and slipped off my own shoes, glad to be rid of the heels, and kneeled down and gave some attention to a waiting Gracie.

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After a few minutes of affection with Gracie, I stood back up and looked at myself in the mirror. My previously teased up, reverse French braid had become a flat, tangled mess from the rain.

"Ugh, this is going to take forever to comb out," I grumbled to myself.

"Let me do that, after you change," Zak suddenly said, as he came back downstairs, carrying a few towels and a change of clothes for me.

He had changed out of his wet clothes - now wearing a pair of black pyjama pants and a black, short sleeved shirt. And as usual, the shirt clung to his muscular form well. His hair was a messier version of his "Zak fin" – and it looked incredibly sexy.

I tried to ignore the slightly dirty thoughts that came into my head as I looked at him in surprise.

"You want to comb out my hair?" I questioned.