"You never told me you're called The DICK," she said out of the blue.
He groaned. "It's just a stupid nickname."
"How did you get it?" Great curiosity appeared on her face, and he hated it because this was something he'd much rather erase in his pas...
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Eva stared at the repressed longing in his darkened pupils, the lust in his demeanor, and the painful insecurity when he asked her about Ashton, and all what Eva wanted to do was kiss it away but Eva knew better.
She didn't know what Zarek's intentions were, nor did she care to find out. God knew how bad she wanted him to kiss her but it wouldn't be just for herself. Zarek already suspected that she was a disgusting 'female' so what would it say about her if she were to return his lust and desire?
Zarek's body was twisted to face her in a way that made must be uncomfortable to stay in that position for that long. Zarek didn't seem to mind, waiting on needles for an answer to his question - 'why him and not me?' Eva never thought Zarek would have that train of thought. She wanted to get him worked up over her relationship, she wanted him jealous, and she wanted him to stay away from her. However, she never thought that plan would actually work and that her wishes would come true.
Instead of feeling satisfied or victorious, she felt awful. She couldn't live with herself while knowing that she caused so much discomfort to another human being. Besides, she had no right to punish anyone, only God could which was yet another reason that made her want to drop out of this stupid immature plan and hide away in her tiny bedroom.
Eva avoided eye-contact, aware that she might give in and tell Zarek that her relationship with Ashton was all fake, that he still had a chance to make it up to her, and that she had been in love with him for two years - god forbid. No matter how hard Eva tried, her hazel eyes kept drifting back to Zarek.
Despite the darkness surrounding them, Eva noticed the desperate crease in his pale forehead, the tousled blond almost grey hair, the petrifying electric green eyes, the defined jaw, his slumped shoulders, his parted legs, and even his slight bulge - still don't know how to feel about that in particular - and took in Zarek's fancy cologne mixed with his cigarettes' smell, the sleek interior of his outrageous car and sighed. Those things were all purely Zarek, and she would miss them once all of this would be over.
"I'm sorry," Eva dropped her gaze to her bare thighs, placing her hands to cover as much skin as she could. Despite her feelings, she couldn't put her trust issues aside. She didn't before, she wasn't about to now, and she might never will in the future. She still couldn't figure out what Zarek's intentions were and she wouldn't be foolish enough to find out - again. "You know why, Zarek, not after everything-"
"I know," Zarek cut her off, pressing his lips in a tight line and facing away. He resumed his comfortable position on the leather seats, probably sick of her and her uptightness. "You don't have to remind me of what I do, I'm well aware, trust me."
His words would have provoked her to say something along the lines of 'and yet you still expect something from me, I can't believe you, Zarek' but as Eva took a closer look, past the surface and past the barriers, she didn't see a ruthless bully but a broken soul instead. She knew Zarek had masks, but what she didn't contemplate before was the possibility of wearing them to hide his pain. She reflected on Trudy's words a while ago - Zarek won't come to your face and states something. No, he'll imply it. You should look between the words he said, that's where you'll find what he wants to say - and she knew what he really meant; I know I'm horrible to you but you don't have to remind me because I'm already guilty enough.
