They drove in silence, both lost in thoughts of each other, of where those kisses were leading them. Emma fleetingly wondered if she should tell him now, what her REAL job was, not just what she did to fill in when Jenny needed her, then promptly decided against it. 'Too soon', she thought and let her mind wander back to those incredible kisses and soft, warm hands laced through her hair, as she listened to Zac sing along with the radio. Zac didn't even realize he was singing with the radio, he just tended to do that when he was happy. And being with this amazingly sweet and funny girl made him feel just that. he thought about how she responded to him when he kissed her and wondered how long he should wait before he went further than kisses. He wanted so much to touch her, feel her warm bare, skin against his, but he didn't want to blow it either, by moving too fast. This girl was different than any other girl he'd ever met, or bothered to date for more than a few weeks. He thought he could fall hard and fast and didn't want his heart mangled like it was in a train wreck. He reached over and turned the heat down some, noticing that Emma was no longer wrapped tightly and was actually singing with the radio, and him. He smiled as he listened, realizing her singing voice was a silky as her speaking voice, and glad that she was comfortable enough to sing in front of him if she felt like it. Most girls wouldn't, being too self conscious to relax because he was 'Zac from Hanson' and a famous singer, and Zac's philosophy on music was, 'if you feel like singing DO IT.' Emma realized she was singing when she saw Zac smile a little more brightly at her, and then felt him slip his hand in hers as he sped along the now almost desterted highway. She smiled back, gave his hand a squeeze, but did not stop singing as she looked out her window at the moonlight dancing off the waves, crashing against the rocky shore of the bay below them. Zac made it back to his house in about the same amount of time it took them to get to Santa Monica in the first place, but he had a slight advantage. It was late and traffic was almost as non-existent as it could get for L.A. He grinned triumphantly at her and she giggled. "Come talk to me when you can beat my time in regular traffic, Hanson. Hicks.." She shook her head and laughed and Zac couldn't help but laugh with her. He got out of the car and went around to open her door and help her out of the blanket and back into her jacket, but her jacket was still soaked. The t-shirt she wore was still damp, and once again Zac found himself having to avert his gaze or figure out a way to adjust the bulge in his jeans without her noticing. Her jeans were still quite damp, too and Zac didn't want her to show up at home looking like she'd been through a war. After speaking to her mother earlier, he figured he'd need to make as many brownie points with her as possible, or she'd give Emma an even harder time than she already seemed to. "Come in for a minute, Em. I'll get you some dry stuff to put on so you don't freeze your ass off.." he smiled. "Oh Zac..you don't.." she stammered nervously. He held his hand up. "No arguments. Get your ass in the house leadfoot." he chuckled. "Just try not to get on my case, my younger brother and sisters are probably sleeping."
"If you insist.." she teased. "I INSIST." he smiled and took her hand, grateful that Ike and Tay were still out. He heard his brothers pull up, just as he put his hand on the knob to open the door. He groaned out loud and swore. "What's the matter Zac?" Emma asked. "Beavis and Butthead are home. Don't let 'em give you any shit, Em." he smiled. "They're basically harmless but they may give you a hard time." he warned. |