you saved me

If you hit the center of someones lower back it causes momentary weakness. I popped a quick hit to Zacks lower back. When I felt his grip losen I sliped out and twisted so I landed on my feet. He tured around looking completely confused. "How the hell did you do that?" He asked. I tapped my head, said "that's for me to know," then winked. "Well whatever it was," he said, "it was fucking awesome!" I giggled and bowed.
As we started walking again again, Zack swatted me on the ass and whispered, "two can play this game." I stepped to where I was standing infront of him. I grabbed two of his belt loops and yanked him closer to me before grabbing onto his junk. "Bring it!" I said with a smile before I took off running towards the house.
I knew he was right on my heels but I ran anyways. I reached the house and realized he locked the door and I didn't have a key so I took off for the back yard. I lost my shoes while I was running which was great because I love being bare foot.
I turned to see where Zack was and in the split second I slowed down he grabbed me. He stood beside me with his arms were around my waist and his face right beside my, "got you," he said before he started kissing my neck.
I spun to face him, "who said I didn't want to be caught," I said with a grin before pressing my lips on his. Our lips moved in sync. That moment was alot shorter than I would've liked for it to be but after a minute of the kiss Zack broke the blissful contact. "C'mon" he said as he took my hand and pulled me in the door, up the stairs and into his room.
Soon his lips were back on mine, right into the same rythm. His left hand started to slide into my shorts. I flinched away right before he reached my hip. He stoped, "what's wrong?" He asked looking almost scared. "Oh God you don't want this do you? I'm so sorry I'm such an idiot I swear I won't touch you if you don't want me to!" "Zack," I said as I ran my hand down the side of his face, "it's not that. It's just....." I had no clue how to say what I want to say. "Jessy," he said as he kissed my knuckles, "you can tell me. I won't judge you."
"Well," I started again, "I have scars on my right hip. Will always told me that they were ugly and I had to keep them covered. He would't touch them and if he saw them he'd get mad." By this point I was crying, "please don't be mad." Was athe only thing I could choke out through my tears. Zack gave me a quick hug before dropping to his knees and pulling my shorts. The scars were visible because of the skimpy underwear I had on. He placed a kiss on each of my scars before pulling my shorts back up and getting back to his feet.
"You're still beautiful." He whispered. I wrapped my arms around him and burried my face in his neck. He picked me up and placed me on his bed before laying down beside me. He pulled me into him and began to run his fingers through my hair.
Once I stopped crying we sat up. "What's you're favorite song?" Zack asked. "A Little Peice of Heaven." I replied quizically. Zack stood up and walked out of the room, returning a minute later with a guitar and a small amp. He plugged in the guitar and began to play. When he bagan to sing I felt like my ears pricked up like a dog. I couldn't help but smile.
When he was done I clapped. "I never knew you could sing like that," I said causing him to blush, "you're really good!" "Well what about you," he said, "do you sing." I could feel my eyes grow wide in fear as I rapidly shook my head to say no. "Well," Zack said, "I think maybe someone has some stage fright." I looked down, embarassed. He tilted my head up so I was staring into his beautiful eyes, "I'll just have to help you with that some day" he said with a wink.

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