Chapter 38 Camp Out (4)
The dawn started with a brief exercise of race which stretched into the event of the day. A debate about the perfect college was exchanged hotly amongst the young adults, both Ziegler and Tasha became the center of attraction as they participated in the debate.
"I see you're well acquitted with your previous crush," A voice said behind Tasha.
Goosebumps pimpled on Tasha's flesh. She knew who that was, so she turned around to catch James' eyes locking her eyes.
He had a sheen of sweat on his temple. Tasha tried to keep calm, averting her gaze away from his lips. Ziegler wasn't here to save her. He had been thrusted with a task with Aurora.
Had this been a scheme of James? So that he could have a conversation with her, and keep Ziegler out of the way?
"Well, he's my boyfriend," Tasha's croaked voice betrayed her. She looked behind her, hoping to see Nellie.
"Nellie!" She yelled out.
"Oh, she's tied with Tess and Judith in the kitchen," James' brows twitched as he relayed.
"But she didn't say a word about it to me," Tasha turned around wondering why every one of her people was tasked with a job.
"You did quite good though," he continued.
"Huh?" Her head jerked back at James.
"I mean the debate. You're more colorful when you speak with such intensity," his eyes bored into hers.
Tasha couldn't explain what she was feeling at that point. She was overwhelmed by complex emotions, she tried to think but the presence of James made it impossible.
It was working, her fake relationship with Ziegler. Was James getting jealous? He hadn't started stating that yet, but he was talking to her! That was a start.
"You know, I never thought you could be this happy. You were always gloomy and a....,"
"Tash?" Ziegler came up at that point and Tasha was grateful that he did.
What the hell was James saying? That she had always been unhappy with him or after their breakup?
Ziegler pulled Tasha to himself and gave her a hot kiss. Tasha was numbed again by his lips on hers, but she had to play on, James was watching.
"Where you've been? I've been looking all over for you," Ziegler said.
"Huh, James has been trying to keep me company," Tasha smiled up at Ziegler's face.
Ziegler's face was washed with water, making him refreshed and dandy. His gaze swept over James but James was walking away.
Ziegler looked amused. "Wasn't he here just now?"
Tasha laughed at that but replied with a shrug.
"I guess we have to try harder," he smirked.
"But he was talking to me. It felt so unreal.," Tasha was laughing at herself.
"He would want more if we try harder. Will you go out with me for a walk?" He repeated, hoping Tasha would give him a positive reply.
Tasha turned to look at the disappearing figure of James. Somehow, she'd wished he had said something that indicated that he wanted her back. Maybe, she would try harder like Ziegler had indicated.
Ziegler was quick to catch her line of focus. He shook his head briefly, wondering why Tasha was adamantly taken by James. James wasn't that as good-looking as he was, why would she care so much for James?
"Mr. Bradford mustn't catch us sneaking out from his eyes," Tasha murmured to Ziegler.
"Trust me," Ziegler winked at her, "he wouldn't know a thing."
The two started into the woods, they both hadn't seen the way James twirled to watch them leave. And with a straight face, he went on his way.
Tasha was nervous to be alone with Ziegler away from prying eyes and wagging tongues. She looked down at their held hands, hoping their act would come to a stop once James came around to wanting her back.
"There's something in your neck. A bug," Ziegler frowned, stopping to watch Tasha.
Tasha shrieked, flapping her hands like a chick. "Calm down, calm down. Let me take it off," Ziegler grabbed her arms, pulling her close to him.
She wore a crop top that dipped in a v shape, revealing the rise of her breasts over some thick leggings. "What is it? Please take it off," Tasha jerked her body repeating, bringing her neck towards him.
He leaned in, bringing out his hand towards her neck. There wasn't a bug on her neck like he had made her think. But watching her shake up her body made his wang ache tremendously. He wanted to kiss her so badly and their supposed relationship was giving him an opportunity.
His mouth clammed over hers, while his other hand lurched her body towards his. Tasha was startled, her eyes opened at the intrusion of his mouth on her. She involuntarily whimpered, subdued by his naked mouth, she tried to relax herself as he kissed her.
This was just a fake relationship, she reminded herself willing her hands to cling around his neck. James could be watching her. Ziegler pushed his tongue into her mouth, finding the sweetest part of her. When he heard her moan in his arms, he deepened the kiss.
Her folded hands flattened, and she allowed herself to get lost in the moment. Ziegler did kiss her good, making her forget herself completely.
With a deep groan, Ziegler found his hands searching her tits, seeking the softness of her beautiful bulbs. He fondled them, his fingers grazing over her hardened nipples. He was crazy about her, and he wanted to fuck her so crazy. But he certainly mustn't rush this.
Slowly, he dragged his mouth away from her mouth. One look at her bedraggled face, he leaned in again and forced his mouth down on her.
She gasped.
What she was feeling right now was crazy. A wondrous ache had flooded her and nestled between her legs. She should stop him now while she was still in her right
sense of mind, or else she lose herself.
Why was he kissing her like he wanted her? Like this wasn't a fake relationship?