Addicted

Chapter 58.

I couldn't help the smile spreading over my face when I saw Zac's car in the parking space. I wondered where he would be sleeping... hopefully in my bed so I can curl up next to him.

I walked up the porch steps retrieving the keys from my bag and putting them into the lock. I could smell bacon before I even opened the door, but when I did, there he stood, next to the kitchen table wearing my favourite green shirt, black denim jeans and surprisingly dress shoes.

He faced me, letting his eyes wonder my body and he sighs heavily. "Wow," he huffs, making me smile.

"What is this?" I said eyeing the food on the kitchen table. He had cooked me a complete big breakfast, with pancakes, bacon, mushrooms, eggs... everything. The table was decorated with candles and flowers and I couldn't help the smile grow on my face.

"Since you work all of the good date nights, I thought I would bring the date night to you," he half smiled, shy. Never had I ever seen this confident man be shy around me. "I figured, you and I both love breakfast food so much, so why not make a date from it?" he says, and his eyes are searching my face.

I walked up to him, wanting to be in his arms and he wraps them around me willingly. With a and cupped to his cheek, I tilt my face up towards him and kiss him. He parts from me and his eyes are down casted towards me.

"You look so beautiful," he murmurs, and I feel my cheeks heat up.

"So do you," I say and he smiles broadly. "Shall we eat?" he asks.

"Please," I nod my head.

He pulls out my usual chair the table for me and tucks it in when I sit down.

"Thank you, such a gentleman," I say and watch him smile with hidden humour behind his eyes.

"Dig in," he says, and he doesn't have to ask me twice. We kept the conversation light, talking about work mostly.

"Is this what you were doing while I was at work?" I ask. Zac has poured up both a glass of wine and I sip at it tentatively, letting its slow heat build up inside of me.

"Possibly," he says coyly.

I wish I had known he was preparing this beautiful meal, so then I wouldn't have eaten so much before I left for work.

"Finished?" he asks, eyeing the food on my plate, and I nod my head. "Would you like some cheese and grapes?" he asks, and I nod my head again making him smile. "Okay, take your wine and go sit on the couch and I'll bring them over."

"So bossy," I say under my breath and I hear him chuckle.

I walk and sit on the couch as he grabs the contents from the fridge and brings them to the coffee table at the front of the couch, he tops up my wine.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" I ask.

Half of his mouth tips up in a smile and I can't help the sensation that travels to the pit of my stomach.

"Possibly," he says.

"Why?"

"Cause your honest when you've got alcohol in your system," he says, and I tip my head back and laugh.

"I'm always honest with you, or at least I try to be."

"That's not the only reason," he hums, and I cock my head waiting for his response. "You're also become super confident," he bites his lower lip sending that spark down my body again.

I loved the heat that spread through my body, unsure if it was his doing or in fact the wine. I taste a hasty sip wanting to increase that familiar burn inside.