The girl sees me, her gaze widening. “Zack Morgan?”
“Yep.” My mask slides into place and I prepare myself for fluttering eyes or a plea for an autograph, but she holds it together, her stare going from me to a blushing Sugar.
“What?” I say.
She squirms. “It’s not visiting hours. You’re not supposed to be in her room.”
“Oh.” I pause. “Any chance you can just forget you saw me here?”
She twists her lips as if thinking about it, and her eyes go back to Sugar, who’s currently standing between us, holding the gift I arranged for her.
Sugar lifts up her box of goodies. “Donut?”
The front desk girl shrugs. “Meh. Why not?” Then she hits us with a stern look as she takes one out of the box. “Just don’t keep the neighbors up and get me in trouble.” She gestures to the door across the hall.
“Rodeo girl?” Sugar says.
She nods. “Big complainer. Be safe, kids.” She gives us a final look and waltzes down the hall, humming as she chews on her sweet treat.
I move to stand next to Sugar as she unwraps the bow tied around the penguin.
“My, my, my, donuts and a stuffed animal.”
“I hope you like him.”
She takes the card attached to the little penguin’s neck and reads it aloud. “I used to live in Antarctica until Z found me. He says you hate flowers and he promises to never send them. Please keep me next to you every night.” A slow blush works up her face as she turns to look at me. “He’s adorable.”
I take her hand and we’re back on her side of the room. “I’ve never given a girl food or a stuffed penguin. I win.”
“How did you find him?”
I laugh. “I got online and found him at this specialty toy store in the city. I ran down there between classes and my dad paid your favorite donut guy a little extra to bring him with the sweets. Those are the Ding Dong donuts from your shop, right?”
She grins, nods, and falls back on the bed, holding the stuffed animal to her chest. Her hair is everywhere, splayed out over her creamy shoulders, and I kiss her.
Emotions cross over her face as we pull back and stare at each other. I read her features as they shift from uncertainty to concern until finally I can’t define her at all. I’m trying to figure her out, but she’s up and down, like me, afraid one moment then all in the next.
“Thank you,” she murmurs.
“You know, penguins are pretty special.”
“Really?” She’s soft against me, and I snuggle in closer, throwing my leg over her.
“Yeah. The emperor penguin, which is what yours is, mates for life, and when the female goes out to get food, the male stays behind and keeps the eggs warm. She might be gone for two months, but he won’t eat or move until she comes back to him.”
Her face softens. “That’s romantic.”
I smile. “I know. Penguin love—it’s pretty cool, right?”
“Hmmm.”
“They live in large groups too, so it’s easy to get separated, but the paired male and female always find each other, like a sixth sense for their mate.” I study her. I know this story is…stupid, but this is my way of telling her…shit, I don’t know.
She laces our hands together. “I get tingles when you walk in a room.”
“Me too.” I kiss her again. Softly. Easy. I want her so bad.
By the time eleven rolls around, she’s asleep in my arms, and the credits are rolling on yet another episode. Frankly, it’s been one of the best days I’ve had in a long time.
My arms tighten around her, and I lean down and whisper in her ear. “Just wrapped up the last episode in season one. Those dragons are kickass.”
She murmurs my name, still half asleep, and I grin, leaning down to kiss her. I can’t stop myself. She responds, her arms curling around my neck, her mouth pressing harder into mine.
“You need to go,” she murmurs after a few minutes of our lips clinging to each other.
My head rests against hers. “My cock is hard, like Super Dick. It would be a shame to waste all that potential for the orgasm of your dreams.”
“Super Dick? Stop.” She pokes me in the ribs, and I pop out a laugh then roll off her.
“Hey, that’s not fair. I’m ticklish.”
“Now I know your secrets,” she says, poking me again until I’m scrambling across the bed to get away from her.