Z wondered, why would Ron mention the possibility that she does not like his kisses? And then she realized that maybe he thinks she does not like it because she is… stiff.


    Ron told himself to stop kissing her. No matter how cute she is and how soft her lips are and how willing she is, she is a teenage girl and he needs to take it slow.


    But how can he know what slow is? He has no idea what a rtionship is! His first <em>''experience''</em> was when his stepmother entered the bathroom while he showered with an excuse of bringing in fresh towels and she shoved her tongue down his throat while guiding his hand inside her panties and then she touched him… everywhere. That was many years ago, yet it''s still fresh in his mind like it happened yesterday, and he is doing his best not to think about it. He does not want to think about that or any other time that despicable woman came near him!


    Ron inched away with difficulty, happy to see that Z does not seem to mind his kisses. It seems that even with all his doubts, so far he is doing well.


    His breathing stopped when Z kissed him! What is this girl doing?


    Actually… she is doing rather well. Her lips moved over his, and she held onto his shoulders, like she is afraid that he might pull back.


    Ron thought how Z is a silly girl. There is no way he will pull back. Not when the cutest girl in the world took the initiative to kiss him.


    Ron moved closer to Z without parting their lips. He responded to her kiss and was pleasantly surprised to feel how quickly she picked up the moves.


    Her head was cradled in the crook of his left elbow which leaned on the window behind her and he held his right hand on her waist firmly.


    She opened her mouth to gasp for air and Ron realized that she is not breathing.


    He chuckled. "Breathe through your nose."


    "Sorry…", she said awkwardly.


    "Don''t be sorry. It''s just that…", he touched her lips with his thumb before inching away from her back into a straight position. "If you open your mouth during the kiss, it usually means that you are OK with moving to the next level."


    "What is the next level?", Z asked anxiously.


    Ron licked his lips subconsciously. "With… the tongue."


    Z felt that her heart is about to jump out of her chest. "Well… I am not against it."


    "Are you sure?"


    Z gathered all her courage to respond: "I already told you that I want to try everything with you."


    Ron thought how Z is cute and na?ve to the point of not understanding the meaning behind her words. "Don''t say that. You don''t know what it means."


    "I don''t. That is why I want to try. With you."


    Ron was touched. She is smart and sweet and adorable and innocent, and he is… not. She is looking at him with admiration and getting easily dazed and he is dirty and not worthy of it… not from a pure and amazing girl like Z. "Z, I am broken and…"


    "And I am OK with that!", she said anxiously, interrupting his next words.


    Z noticed that Ron lowered his gaze and that dark thoughts invaded his mind. And it''s not the first time. More than once a day he gets into that dark mood, like he is remembering something unpleasant. She knows that, because she is watching him. And her guess is that it''s rted to that woman who approached him in front of the restroom at the White Mansion, the one who called herself his stepmother, but Z will never mention that woman in front of Ron or ask him about this darkness that consumes him asionally.


    She wants him to know that she is OK with that and that she does not mind. It is a part of him, and she will ept it. Her only hope is that she is capable enough to shine some light into his life, maybe disperse a bit of that darkness because Ron is very handsome when he smiles, and she hopes that he never has a need to stop smiling.


    Z looked him in the eyes and saw how shocked he is with her sudden statement and she understood that he is insecure. Probably in a different way than she is, but still… Z wants Ron to know how she feels about him.


    Z cupped his cheeks and kissed him on the lips.


    "I admit, I don''t know many things but I want to experience them with you. There is no rush. We can do thingster, when we are ready. When both of us are. If you are OK with me... because I am OK with you, just the way you are."


    Ron looked at Z and felt that something moved in his chest. He was not sure what it was, but it was a tingling restless feeling that gradually expanded through his body.


    "Z…"


    "I hope you enjoyed the ride!", a staff member eximed while standing next to the door, reminding them with his exaggerated smile that they need to leave the gond.


    They didn''t notice that the ride is over.


    Ron walked out first and helped Z out.


    They sauntered in silence while holding hands.


    Z wondered what is on his mind. He is quiet, and it''s making her anxious. She nced at their hands and she was not sure if that is his palm sweating or hers.


    Ron was trying to identify the newfound feeling which was like butterflies in his stomach, and it made his heart pound wildly. He nced at the girl by his side and realized that his heart is pounding because of her. He knows that Z is cute and that he is attracted to her, but so far he didn''t know that she is making him… nervous.


    He was so distracted that they walked by the secret passage and he forgot about it. Well, they exited like normal customers, through the main gate.


    "Do you want an ice cream?", Ron offered when they got into the car.


    "Isn''t itte?"


    "I was hoping that we can extend this date.", he admitted.


    "Oh… OK." She smiled.


    They got two ice creams from the 24hour drive-through and it was close to midnight when Ron stopped the car at the nearby vantage point. The view of the Los Angeles nightlights was very romantic.


    "Tell me something about you.", Ron started the topic while working on his ice cream.


    Z cleared her throat. "About me? I was third out of seven children. We were poor, but a happy family. My vige was raided, and I was separated from my family forcibly. My parents are gone, and my siblings… I don''t know. The people who held me wanted to sell me. Sarah and Aiden found me in a basement and saved me from being beaten up and allowed me toe here. That''s the summary. How about you?"


    Ron thought for some time before speaking. "Uhm… I am a single child. I''ming from a family which has a lot of money, and no love… definitely no trust. I escaped when I couldn''t take it anymore and Sarah and Aiden found me in a basement where I was beating up people."


    "Wow!", Z eximed. "It seems that our stories are a total opposite."


    "Yeah. Opposites attract."


    Z blinked few times. "Are you… attracted to me?"


    "Yeah.", he admitted. "A lot. Uhm… how about you?"


    "I… I like you too.", Z stuttered.


    Ron smiled and inched closer to Z.


    She met him halfway and their lips connected.


    Z was about to reach and hug Ron, and her hand bumped into his, and his ice cream cone fell next to her legs. But that didn''t stop them from kissing.


    Ron now had both of his hands free while Z''s hands were up in a surrender with an ice cream in her left one.


    He pulled Z closer with his right hand behind her back how much the divider between the front seats allowed it, while his left one went behind her neck, holding her head in ce.


    His tongue brushed against her lips once, twice, and then he deepened the kiss.


    Z was surprised when his tongue touched hers. The sensation was electrifying, and it made her whole body jolt, and she dropped the ice cream behind her seat.


    Z was always a fast learner. It didn''t take more than few seconds for her to kiss him back and neither of them cared about the ruined ice cream. And she remembered to breathe through her nose.


    Her hands moved around Ron''s neck and her fingersced into his hair.


    Z confirmed that kissing Ron with a tongue is definitely better than the ice cream and sweeter than s''mores and more addictive than a chocte cheesecake.


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