VIII

Elijah

When six came, I changed out of my uniform and into the clothes I had come to work in. It was kind of cold out now, but it was warm when I left, so I hadn't bothered with a jacket. I was regretting that decision . I said my goodbyes to Bettie and then walked out, finding a Greek God (Zeke), leaning against the confection counter while waiting for me, true to his word. I grinned and bounded over and he sent me a smile in return.

"Ready to go?" He asked, taking my hand.

As soon as we left the warm movie theatre to walk towards his bike, the freezing air attacked me and made my teeth start to chatter.

"It's going to be freezing on my bike. Take my jacket." Zeke insisted, shrugging off his leather jacket and helping me slot my arms into it.

I blushed, he was sweet. The jacket was really heavy, which meant it was really warm. Plus, he had been wearing it a while before I put it on so it was warmed up already. Not to mention it smelled like him: the faint smell of cigarettes. Although I had never seen him light one around me, he always smelled like them. He paused when I looked at him and smiled softly, pulling out and snapping a photo before I could stop him.

He smiled down at his phone and showed it to me; the background of the photo was dark, blurred, and you could see me looking at the camera, slightly alarmed with wide eyes and holding the jacket (that was drowning me in fabric because it was so large) closer to me. He grinned and set it as his background, giving me a wink. I blushed and he chuckled, placing a helmet on my head and tightening the chin strap so that it was less wobbly.

I climbed on after him and he zipped down the streets with my arms wrapped around his waist. Although it terrified me to be on his motorbike, I secretly loved it. The thrill I got every time Zeke went round a sharp corner was exciting and it gave me an excuse to wrap myself closer to Zeke, holding onto his waist for my life. I almost wished that he took the long way so that I had more time with him like this.

We pulled up outside a regular two story house with a car on the driveway and I hopped off, handing him my helmet. As he was locking up his bike, I started to walk towards the front door, but I heard him call my name, making me spin to look at him. He beckoned for me to follow him as he entered the garden through a side gate that he had the key for. I raised an eyebrow, but followed him.

"Welcome to my humble abode." Zeke grinned, opening the door to a shed at the back of the garden.

It was exactly what I imagined it to be. The door opened and straight away I could see an obvious band area. Even with Danny's drums missing, there were several guitars and amps in the corner, as well as a few mic stands with an old sofa facing that area. Also 'The Metal Youth Club' was spray painted on the wall behind it. Then, on the other side of the room, was a double bed with black bed sheets. The walls were all covered from floor to ceiling in posters and there were even posters on the ceiling. It reflected his personality.

"It's nice in here." I smiled, stepping inside and walking up to the posters, looking at a few.

Admittedly, I didn't know any of the bands since it wasn't really an area of music that I'd to much of, but I did know some of the more 'main-stream' bands. I did, however, like Zeke's bands' music. It was intense, but it seemed like the band members and everyone in the crowd had such a fun time just jumping around and screaming. I wanted to join in next time. Next time, I would dress the part. I looked a bit out of place with a white button down in a sea of black.

"Take a seat." Zeke gestured to his bed coyly, picking up an acoustic guitar and strumming a few chords.

He was really talented at singing, the guitar, writing songs, and kissing. God, he was amazing at kissing.

"Want to hear an acoustic version of our song?"

I blushed, but nodded my head. He grinned and sat on the end of my bed, his knees knocking against mine. I had butterflies in my stomach as he began to sing out the lyrics. He held eye contact with me the entire time and every intimate lyric made my heart leap with passion. He finished the song and by the end, I won't lie, I was craving his touch.

His eyes were dark with passion as he laid his guitar on the floor, crawling up the bed and pushing me against the pillow. He hovered over me, his eyes just flitting over my face as I watched him, my mouth dry and stomach flipping with excitement. He brought his hand up to my face and softly ran his thumb gently over my cheeks and parted my lips softly.

Up close, I could see every single one of his features: his flawless skin, the slight bags under his eyes, his dark roots beginning to show underneath the soft white hair. His stormy grey eyes were hooded with passion as he leaned closer, pressing his chapped lips to mine as I eagerly welcomed the painfully slow kiss.

He noticed my eagerness to speed things up and I could feel the vibrations of his chuckle against my lips. I felt his cold hands slip up my shirt and run up my chest. I gasped at the cold sensation and he used that as a chance to part my lips, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I could taste the smoke on his lips as he deepened the kiss and I couldn't get enough of it.

I began to tug at the bottom of his shirt and he gladly ripped it off, only breaking lips for a slip second as it went over his head before his hungry lips were back on mine again, claiming what was his. He pulled my shirt off of my body as he began to trail his lips down my jaw and neck, leaving love bites as he went and leaving me a squirming, hot mess as moans slipped out of my mouth.

That's when the door flew open and his mum walked in.