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--- This guy, Dwayne, was walking in the park.
Nessa was in the kitchen, standing by the sink, and looking out the window by chance had seen.
Anyway, did not pass unnoticed. It was so great that called attention immediately. Another wore well-cut suit and black sunglasses that failed to hide the bandage on his bridge nose, and bruises on his face. Nessa
entered the room, where Natasha was sitting on the floor, making a drawing with great care. On the wicker coffee table before her, had scattered papers and waxes. Nessa
tried to appear unconcerned, and bolt locked his door and threw the curtains in the living room.
was not a coincidence that Dwayne was there. Zac was looking for. Or Natasha. It was not to find even one or the other. Tasha
just looked at her when he lit the lamp to replace sunlight, which prevented passage curtains.
- Need more juice? He asked the girl. You'll be good faster if you take more juice, you know?
Tasha dutifully took his boat and sipped juice. Zac had called Nessa door shortly after eleven. At first, she barely recognized him. He wore his trip report. He was like a glove, white, starched and bright midmorning sun. The rows of colored bars of his chest also reflected light. The effect was dazzling. Even his shoes seemed to glow.
Her hair was wet from the shower and carefully combed. His face was shaved and smooth. It had a stern, authoritarian and dangerously professional. It seemed incredibly attractive.
And then smiled.
"You should see the face you have position.
- Oh, yeah? Am drooling?
A gleam shone in the eyes of Zac, but then turned and looked down and saw Nessa Tasha was with him.
- Can we go? Zac asked. Nessa
opened the mosquito net. Tasha was already much better. He hastened to teach Nessa's second medal was pinned to his shirt and he had been granted to meet the standards throughout the morning. Naturally, he had spent most of their time sleeping, but that no one mentioned it.
had been recovered from the fever with the vigor of young children. Antibiotics were taking hold and Tasha again to be fit, alert and energetic. Zac Nessa
gently touched enter: just a quick touch of her bare arm. That was enough to caress her getting out of breath, reminding how they had made love just hours earlier. It was enough to make him understand that he also remembered. Zac
wanted to know if Tasha would mind taking care of a couple of hours while he went to rehab to try to see her sister. So he was dressed to the nines. I imagined that would be more likely to allow him to bypass the rule "no visitors" if it looked like a hero. He was determined to find out one way or another by what exactly was Dwayne behind Sharon. Nessa
offered to take care of Natasha on the floor of Zac, but he said he preferred Tasha stay at home: he felt that, in this way, the least bothered. And despite Nessa tried to convince him otherwise, had ended in his apartment.
now wondering if Zac Nessa expected Dwayne search again. Is that why he had insisted that Tash stay at home?
resisted the desire to look behind the curtains drawn to see if Dwayne was climbing the stairs and sat down beside her.
- What are you drawing? He asked. His heart beat
violence. Dwayne was going to ring the bell of Zac and would realize that no one was home. What would you do then? Would you try on the doors of the neighbors to try to find out where he had gone Zac? What if I knocked at his door? Would he tell her to Tasha? How could he explain why not open the door? And, good heavens, what if Zac back while Dwayne was still there? Natasha
carefully chose a red wax box that Zac had bought.
"I'm making a medal," he said, and began to paint while staying within the lines he had drawn. For Zac. He also needs a medal today. We were the kitchen and milk has fallen to the ground. But has not said a bad word-left and took another wax. I realized that I wanted to say a bad word, but has not said.
"I going to like your medal," said Nessa.
"And then," continued the girl, but was angry, started to laugh at other wax-elected. I asked if milk tickled the toes, but he said he laughed because it was a fun thing in the fridge. I've looked but have not seen anything funny. Just a piece of paper with something written. But I can not read, you know?
"Yeah, I know, Nessa had to smile, though his heart beat hurriedly. He laughed, eh? -Before leaving Zac floor that morning, very early, had started a new list and had stuck to your fridge, side by side. Your new list included some things he could still do, even with the leg wound. Had things such as singing, Tasha hug, laugh, read, watch old movies, lying on the beach, doing crossword puzzles, breathe and eat pizza. Had started and finished the list, naturally, to "make love." And she had prepared with suggestions for spicy and sometimes extremely explicit ..., all of which I was sure that Zac was able to perform.
was glad he would have laughed. He liked to laugh. And he liked to talk. The previous night had told him many things about himself. She recognized that she was afraid that his knee does not improve. Nessa was almost sure it was the first time expressed their fears aloud. Lucky, his friend told him that the base was a position waiting instructor. This was not, of course, the future Zac expected, but it was a future. A future
him out of the limbo that they feared. Keep it next to the men who admired and respected. That would turn it into a SEAL. Nessa
approached the window. She pulled the curtain a few inches and dropping again to see the huge figure of Dwayne up the stairs. He stood at the door with sharp ear and heart pounding at full speed. He heard the sharp sound of the bell Zac through the thin wall separating their apartments. Rang once, twice, three times, four.
Then there was silence. Nessa
waited, wondering if that guy had been or was in the courtyard ... or perhaps standing in front of your door.
And then he heard the sound of breaking glass. There was something else, a crash, and after several hard knocks, all came from the floor of Zac. Dwayne
had entered. Had appeared without permission and by the sounds he made, the scoundrel was destroying the house. Nessa
jumped up the phone and dialed 911.


There were three cars parked in the parking lot of the building. Zac
took a ten dollar bill and left the driver with crutches as fast as he could. His heart in his throat when he came rushing into the yard. The neighbors had left home and went through there, watching the police, several of which were near to his flat and Nessa. Both doors were open wide and one of the policemen entered the house of Nessa.
still with crutches, up the stairs Zac dangerously fast. If he lost his balance, would hurt badly, but he would not lose balance, curse. I had to climb the stairs.
- Nessa! He shouted. Tash!
Thomas King left the floor of Nessa.
"It's okay, boss," he said. No one injured. "But Zac did not let up the pace.
- Where are they? "In
.
came in and closed his eyes to accustom to the sudden darkness. Despite what he had told Thomas he had to see for himself that they were fine. Nessa was standing next to the kitchen, talking to a police officer. He seemed fine. Still wearing shorts and sleeveless shirt that morning. He still had hair tied in a braid. It seemed quiet.
- Where is Tasha?
She looked up and a whirlwind of emotions across her face. Zac then realized that was not as serene as it looked.
, Zachary ... Thank God. Tasha is in my office, playing with the computer. Okay, took a step towards him and then looked at the police as if he were embarrassed or did not know how to receive it.
Zac did not care who's watching. I wanted her in his arms, and wanted it at that time. Dropped the crutches and pulled her close. He closed his eyes and inhaled her sweet perfume.
"When I saw the police cars ... -No could continue. It just held her.
"Excuse me," murmured the police and discreetly passed him and disappeared through the open door of the floor. -Dwayne
wine for you, "Nessa said as he pressed hard on the waist. Dwayne
. He tightened his grip.
"Damn, I should not leave them alone. Are you sure that you are not hurt?
She pulled at him.
"I saw it coming and we stayed inside," he said. Zachary has completely destroyed your kitchen and living room. The rest of the apartment is fine. I called the police and they came before it went into the bedroom, but ...
- Is not talked to you? Do you not threatened or Tasha you?
She shook her head.
-fled when he heard police sirens. Not even aware that we were in the apartment next door. Zac
felt a rush of relief.
"Thank goodness.
Her eyes widened.
"But your living room is broken ...
"To hell with my living room. I do not mind my living room.
He looked into her eyes as she opened her beautiful lips, surprised, kissed.
was a strange kiss, a kiss that had nothing to do with the attraction and desire. Zac was not because he wanted her kissing. He kissed her because he wanted to completely dispel their fears. I wanted to be convinced without a doubt that Nessa was fine. That had nothing to do with sex and yes to the wave of emotions I had felt as he climbed the stairs.
Nessa's lips were warm, sweet and pliant beneath his. She kissed him eagerly, giving comfort and receiving at the same time.
When they finally parted, she had tears in his eyes. Wiped them away with effort and wrote an apologetic smile.
"I was scared that Dwayne will find you before you got home ...
"I can manage with Dwayne.
She looked away, but not before he saw a glimmer of skepticism in their eyes. Zac felt was tightened, full of frustration, but did not react. Why would not hesitate Nessa on its ability to defend themselves? The previous day had seen Dwayne beat him. Zac
took her hand and placed it on the outside of the jacket, just below his left arm. Nessa's face showed surprise when he noticed the unmistakable bulge of his holster.
"I can manage with Dwayne" he repeated.
"Excuse me, Lieutenant Efron ...? Zac Nessa
let go and turned to see one of the policemen at the door. It was an older man, bald and grizzled, tanned face and eyes winked permanently because of the bright sun of California. It was, obviously, the officer in charge of the investigation.
"I wanted to know if we could ask some questions, sir. Nessa
stooped to pick up his crutches. His head was spinning. A gun. Her lover had a gun. Naturally, it was logical to have one. Was likely to have a complete collection of firearms. But she had not noticed before in this detail. Or maybe did not want to think about it.
was ridiculous, really. She, who was opposed to violence and weapons of any kind, was in love with a man who not only carried a gun, but obviously knew how to use it.
whispered "Thank you, Zac, and put the crutches under his arms. He walked towards the police. I'm not sure I could say anything, "said the man. I have not seen the damage. Nessa
went after him. Thomas was out.
- Do you stay with Tasha a minute? She asked.
The boy nodded and went inside. Zac Nessa
reached when it had just entered his apartment. He stared blankly at what had been his living room. The coffee table of glass was shattered. The cabinet of the television and stereo were dumped cheap and out of the wall. The thick wooden shelves were left intact, but the TV was broken. All lamps were broken and ugly sofa tables, cracked and tatters, and the springs and the white fill became apparent.
The dining area and kitchen were in a similar state. The table and chairs were overturned and the floor of the kitchen was full of broken plates and glasses, dropped from the cabinet. The bar was open and dunk. Its contents had been scattered on the floor and mixed in a terrible jumble. Zac
I looked at everything, but did not say a word. The muscle in his jaw was moving, however, while gritting his teeth.
-Su ... friend has identified the man who entered the house by the name of Dwayne ... "Said the policeman.
"Your friend." While I watched Nessa, Zac's eyes flew a moment to it. The police could have called her neighbor, but it was obvious to everyone that was more than that. Nesa tried not to blush at the memory of a condom wrapper was still on the floor of Zac's room. Those police officers carried twenty-five minutes hanging around the house. Without doubt they had seen the packaging ... or how he had embraced Zac upon arrival. Leather police were particularly effective in deductive reasoning.
"Do not know anyone named Dwayne Zac said the officer. He unbuttoned his jacket and began to move carefully to his bedroom. Vanessa must have been wrong.
-Zachary, vi ...
He looked at her and shook the head once with an air of caution.
"Trust me" he murmured. Nessa was speechless. What was intended Zac? Dwayne knew exactly who he was, and she was not wrong.
"I appreciate you coming up here, his agent said the policeman, but I will not make any complaint.
The police felt respect for the uniform and medals Zac. Nessa noticed in her voice. But it was clear that this decision did not make him any grace.
"Lieutenant, we have four witnesses who reported seeing the man entering or leaving your home, spread his hands and pointed to the destruction around him. These injuries are not minor.
"Nobody has been injured Zac said quietly. Nessa
could not remain silent.
- What no one is hurt? He said, incredulous. Yesterday someone was injured ... She bit her lip to say no more. The previous day had sent the man to hospital Zac. Dwayne was then called, and that day was calling the same. And if Zac had stayed home that evening ... But Zac had whispered to trust him. And she trusted him. Yes, so he bit his tongue.
But his outburst had been sufficient and, for the first time since he entered the apartment, Zac showed some emotion.
"That is not going to solve this arresting pork burglary and vandalism, "he said. In fact, only make matters worse, the police looked as if he knew he was gone from the language. With great effort, erased any sign of anger on his face and, when he spoke, his voice firm and calm. As I said, I do not want to lodge a complaint, "he began to walk away, but police would not let him go.
-Lieutenant Efron, it seems that you have some kind of problem. Maybe if you talk to an inspector of the brigade ... Zac
went blank.
"Thanks, but no. Now, if you do not mind, I change my clothes and start cleaning this mess.
I do not know what is happening here "Replied the policeman, but if you just take the law into their own hands, my friend, will find a bigger problem. Zac
"Excuse me, disappeared into his bedroom and, after a moment, the police left shaking his head in exasperation. Zac Nessa
followed.
, Zachary, was Dwayne.
He was waiting at the door of the room.
"I know. Do not look well-made and closed the door to enter. After her in his arms and kissed her hard, as if trying to erase the look of confusion and fear in his face. I'm sorry I made a fool in front of the police to say you were wrong. But I did not know what else to say.
I do not understand why do not you report it, searched his face and he stared back.
"I know," he said. Thank you for trusting me despite everything, his face softened in its usual half-smile and kissed her again, more gently this time. Nessa
felt melted. The smooth touch of their cheeks as they kissed was full of sensuality, and she felt an intense wave of desire. She hugged him hard and realized that he felt the same. But Zac gently pushed her and laughed softly.
"Damn, you're very dangerous. I have cuteness you.
- Mono?
-Withdrawal "He explained. Some guys have mono travel, can not stay long in one place. I've had friends who were parachuting monkey who can not spend more than a couple of days without skip-walked to his locker, leaned his crutches against the wall and turned to smile again. And it seems that I have a serious monkey Vanessa Hudgens-her voice became even softer and velvety. I can not spend more than an hour or two without wanting to make love.
spanning desire to Nessa became denser, hotter. "I have mono you." Those words were not very romantic. However, when Zac had said them with his voice hoarse, his eyes full of fire liquid and half-smile that incredibly sexy ... had been. That was pure romance.
He pulled away. He seemed to know that if he looking well, Nessa end up in their arms and return to bed. And there was no time for that, that was nice. Thomas was in his apartment, taking care of Natasha. And Nessa was still awaiting an explanation.
- Why did not you lodge a complaint? He asked again. He sat on the bed and watched as he removed his jacket and carefully hung in the closet. Zac looked at her. His eyes had a serious expression and his smile was gone.
"I saw Sharon said. He wore a white shirt and black nylon straps his holster visibly highlighted. Unbuttoned his sleeve and threw it, gun included, on the bed beside her. Nessa
could not avoid looking at the gun, which had fallen a few inches from it. Zac handled it as naturally as if it were a deadly weapon, able to reap the life of a human being with only a slight effort.
"It is true that he owes money to Dwayne. Says he borrowed five grand when he left home, a couple of months, one leg approached the bed and sat beside him. Bending down, took off his shoes and socks. Unbuttoned shirt hinted his muscular chest and tan. But even Nessa that was enough to distract from the gun he had thrown on the bed.
"Please ..., I would prefer to set aside that," she interrupted.
He looked up and down then look into the gun holster. "Sorry
picked up the gun and laid it on the floor, away from her. I should have guessed that you do not like guns.
"Not that I dislike. It is that hatred.
"I have very good aim. Or had it. I'm a bit out of practice. And I know the weapons so well that lying if I said I hate them. Also be lying if I told you I feel safer taking it. What I hate is that the weapons falling into the hands inadequate.
"In my opinion, all hands are inadequate. The weapons should be eradicated from the face of the earth.
"But there," said Zac. It's too late to wish that away.
"But it is not to impose restrictions on its use," she said eagerly.
-A legal use, "he added, his voice also strongly stained. Who can use them legally. But people should not use them, the criminals, bad people and terrorists, "those always find a way to get them, whatever the laws say. And while they may have weapons, I may have one.
His jaw was tense and a hard look at a glittering blue fire. In that case they were on opposite sides, and Nessa certainly knew it was so unlikely that Zac will be persuaded by their arguments as she for him.
shook his head, as if suddenly felt disbelief.
"I can not believe I ... "Turned away from him, stunned by the words he had been about to say out loud. "I can not believe I'm in love with a man carrying a weapon." Zac
touched her, gently lifted his hand and clasped his fingers. He had guessed what she had been about to say.
"We are very different, eh?
She nodded. Afraid to look into his eyes, afraid also to guess the rest of his thoughts.
He smiled wryly.
- What do you think of abortion? What about the death penalty?
Nessa smiled, much to his regret.
"Do not ask, no doubt his views were completely opposite also in those cases.
'I like it that way, "he said calmly. I like that you do not agree with everything I think.
She looked at him.
"Surely we belong to opposing political parties.
- How bad is it?
"Our votes will cancel each other.
-democracy in action.
Zac's eyes were softer, liquid instead of sidewalks. Nessa felt I began to drown in your blue. Zac was not the only one who had mono, withdrawal syndrome. She leaned toward him and kissed him. Increased hands open her shirt, touched her bare skin and that feeling made them both moan.
But when she was about to surrender when he was willing to lie in bed with him, Zac pulled away with an effort. Labored breathing and the fire of his eyes was unmistakable. As much as she wanted her to him. Might be addicted to it, but he also had a strong will.
"We have to get out of here," he said. Dwayne coming back, and Tasha and I do not want you here when you arrive. "I still
not understand why you have not reported, "said Nessa. The fact that your sister owes money does not entitle you to break you home.
Zac got up and took off his shirt. The crumpled and tossed into the corner over his mountain of dirty clothes.
"His name is Dwayne Bell said. And it is a career criminal. Drugs, stolen goods, trafficking in arms ... Is into all sorts of things. And win a million bucks a year for being kind to whom you owe money.
looked at her as she unbuttoned and removed his pants. Nessa knew not to look. It was not very polite to watch a man in his underwear, but I could not look away.
-Sharon lived with him for about four months, continued Zac. He went leaping to their backpacks and began to rummage inside. During that time, it worked for him. He says Dwayne knows things about her enough to cause real problems. If you stopped by something as insignificant as a burglary, make a deal with the police and denounce her for drug trafficking, and that she would end up in jail. Nessa
closed his eyes for a moment.
"Oh, no.
"Yes.
"So what are we doing?
He found a pair of relatively clean shorts and went to bed. He sat down and put them on.
"Let's get you out and you Tasha here. Then I come back to settle things with Dwayne. - To settle things with Dwayne?
, Zachary ...
He had returned to his feet. He spent the holster by the arm and fastened it on bare skin.
"Do me a favor. Tash sees room and pick up your swimsuit and a couple of changes of clothes, bent over, grabbed one of their backpacks and threw empty. Nessa
picked it up, but did not move.
, Zachary ...
He began to look in your closet, back to her, and pulled out an old shirt in olive green fatigues, with the sleeves cut off and frayed edges. Put it on. It was large and was left almost all the buttons fastened. Hid his gun, but allowed to access it easily. Could remove it if necessary when he had to deal with Dwayne. Unless, of course, that his first take out Dwayne. Fear Nessa's throat closed. Zac
turned to look.
"Come on, Vanessa. Please. And then gets a few things from you in a bag.
She felt a twinge of anger, hotter and sharper than his fear.
"Funny, I remember you asked me to go with you. Even told me where you go.
-Lucky has a cabin in the mountains, fifty miles east of San Felipe. I'll call and see if we can use the house some days.
Lucky. That of his former unit. Your friend. There were more than friends. They were ... What do they call them? Dive Buddies.
"I'm asking for help," he continued calmly. Need you with me while I take care of Tasha ...
"While Dwayne fix things," she concluded, exasperated. You know I'll help you, Zachary. But I do not know if I want to go hide in a cabin, shook his head. Why not seek a place where we let Tasha safe? We could ... I do not know, maybe take it home to my mother. Then you could go with when you go to see Dwayne.
-No. Impossible. Absolutely not. "She was furious.
I do not want to do this alone .- Zac laughed reluctantly.
- Do you expect to keep Dwayne try to re-kick my ass? Are you going to drop a sermon about nonviolence? Or will you try to use positive reinforcement to teach manners, eh? Nessa
felt himself blush.
"No, I ...
-Dwayne Bell is a son of a bitch, "said Zac. It does not belong to your world ... nor you yours. And I make sure it stays that way.
She crossed her arms over her chest and squeezed elbows so he could see that his hands trembled with anger.
- And which of these two worlds, you belong? "Zac was silent a moment.
-A either, "said finally, unable to look in the eye. I'm in limbo, remember?

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Nessa could not refrain. He reached for Zac. How could he keep his distance while his heart ached for this man?
But he grabbed his hand before he could touch her cheek.
"You do not remember? He said quietly while peering eyes.
"Maybe we need each other a little more than I thought," she whispered. Zac
composed a moving half-smile.
-Nessa, you do not need me.
"Yes, I need you," she said, and almost to his surprise, it was true. I needed that. Desperately. He had tried. He had tried not to feel anything for this man, for that soldier. Had tried to stay cool, distant, indifferent, but somehow, during the previous days, Zac had crossed their defensive lines and had dominion over his heart.
His gaze was so sad, so gentle, so tender ... All his anger was gone, Nessa and realized that, again, I was watching the man who had been: the man whom the pain and bitterness of life had been forgotten. Zac
could be that man again. Still was. I just needed to stop basing all your future happiness on getting the unattainable. That, she could not do it for him. Would have to do it alone. But I could be with him at that moment, that night, and help you remember I was not alone.
"I can not give you what you want," he said huskily. I know that you care.
Love. I was talking about love. "Then we tied
-Nessa gently pushed his hand and touched her cheek. Zac did not shaved since at least one day and had harsh cheekbones and chin, but she did not care. Nor does it matter that did not love. For me I can not give you what you want.
could not give energy to again become a SEAL. But, if I could, I would have.
She leaned toward him and kissed him. It was a soft kiss, a simple brush of lips. Zac did not budge. No answer. She bent to kiss him again and he stopped putting a hand on the shoulder. Nessa
knelt beside her on the couch and he looked at his legs, the soft cotton sweatshirt left unbuttoned to expose and ultimately of their eyes. "You're
playing with fire, "he said softly. There are many things I can not do, but I can still make love to a beautiful woman.
"Maybe we should start a new list. Things can still do. You could put "make love" first.
-Nessa, you'd better go ...
She turned to kiss him and he retired again.
"Damn, I said ... Nessa
kissed him more forcefully, he walked around the neck with his arms and opened his lips with his tongue. Zac was paralyzed and she realized that in a million years would have expected it to be so bold.
His hesitation lasted only an instant. Then pulled her close, wrapped her in his arms and was about to smash against the hard muscles of his chest.
Then he also kissed her.
kissed her eagerly, fiercely. His hot mouth took over hers and his tongue with breathtaking domino urgency.
That seemed impossible. Nessa had kissed only once, on the beach, but Zac's mouth tasted sweet family. Kiss was like coming home. Nessa
felt his hands behind his back, getting under the sweatshirt and slid up the curve of her back. Zac pulled her close and looked for the soft subtlety of its legs. The rose over him and straddled Ness on her lap while kissing. His fingers buried in her hair, which was incredibly soft. He would have liked to spend his life there, Zachary Efron kissing and running his hands through his beautiful blond hair. It was all I needed, all you need in your life.
Then he shook his hips and she felt the hardness of his penis erect and realized he was wrong. Both needed and longed for something more. Zac
pulled the sweatshirt, it departed from his shoulders and lowered his arms. He pulled the nightgown of his pants and she heard her moan when his calloused hands slid over the bare skin of his back. Zac And then turned away from her, panting hard.
-Nessa ... Frustration-had his face stretched fibrous and handsome features. I get up in arms and take to my bed, but could not. I could not lift it. Not with crutches. Even with the cane. But this was no time to think about those things. Nessa rose and fell from his embrace.
- Why can not synchronize our watches and we are there in, say ... "Pretended to look at a wristwatch imaginary ... in two minutes zero zero?
Zac's face relaxed into a smile, but the tension never left his eyes.
"No need to say" zero zero. " Can you say "4:00", but two minutes is just two minutes.
"I know," she said. I just wanted to make you smile. If that had not worked, have tested this ... "She got up slowly and I pulled her nightgown over her head. Then he threw on Zac's lap.
But Zac's smile disappeared. He looked at her, his eyes full of longing and passion, devoured her bare breasts. Nessa was amazed. He was half naked in front of a man he had known for a few days. And Zac was a soldier, a soldier trained for war probably in more ways than she could imagine. He was the most hard, most experienced and had never met, however, was in many ways also the most vulnerable. He had shared his secrets with her, was allowed to see his soul. Compared with that, baring his body before he seemed almost insignificant.
And she realized that he could be there as well, without blushing and with such aplomb, I was absolutely convinced that love was the right man. Never before had made love with a man without feeling a kind of restlessness, without being tormented by doubts. But he had never met a man like Zach Efron: a man who seems so different from her and that, however, could look into her eyes and, with a word or a touch, make her feel totally connected to him, attuned to it.
never before been considered an exhibitionist, but nobody had ever looked and looked at Zac. He felt his body tense, full of expectation, under that look hot. It was a sultry look ... and almost as enjoyable as a caress.
raised his arms slowly, deliberately, and quietly broke up the queue. Let him contemplate as he let go the long hair around her shoulders and enjoyed the feeling that the eyes of Zac raised in your body.
"You're not smiling," she whispered.
"Believe me, I'm smiling inside.
And then she smiled for real. With a smile halfway between tortured and sad. That smile was filled with doubt and disbelief, mixed with wonder and expectation. As I looked into his eyes, Nessa was able to see the first glimmer of hope. And he felt that it was falling. He realized, at that moment, which was falling hopelessly in man.
Fearing that he guessed her feelings, picked up his sweatshirt from the ground, turned and walked quickly down the hall way to his bedroom. From his bed. Zac
not going very far, but she heard him stop at Tasha's room and go to check on the girl.
- right? He asked when he entered moments later. Zac
closed the door behind him. And locked it.
He stood there, a dark shadow at the end of the room.
"He has lost a lot of fever," he said. Nessa
approached the window and slightly adjusted the shutter to let in some light without exposing your privacy. The dim light of the landing slots formed in the ceiling and suddenly, the room, so common, seemed to take an exotic glow. She turned to Zac, who was watching her.
- Do you have condoms? He asked.
"Yes. A long time ago, "he admitted, but yeah.
"For me too long," she said softly.
"You can still change their minds "He turned away from the door to let him free rein. He looked away as if he knew that his eyes had the power to stop it.
- Why should he change his mind? "He threw one of his sad smiles.
- Why a sudden burst of sanity? "He suggested.
"I make love to you," she said, "is so absurd? Zac
looked up.
"You could choose who you wanted. Anyone, there was self-pity in his voice nor his face. I was just stating a fact believed to be true.
"Well," she said. Then choose you. -Zac heard her gentle words, but only when Nessa smiled and approached him fully understood them. Vanessa wished. I wanted him. The external light shone on her bare skin.
His body was even more beautiful than I had imagined Zac. Her breasts were full and round ... not very big, but not too small. He longed to touch her hands, mouth, and smiled, knowing he was going to do very soon.
But she stopped just out of reach. While holding his gaze, he unbuckled his shorts and let down her legs.
He had seen her in a swimsuit that afternoon: he was well aware that his body was lean and athletic as close to perfection I had ever seen. Nessa was not voluptuous in any way: indeed, some men would have found her too thin. His hips were narrow and curved slightly to be confused with the softness of his waist. She was slender and elegant shapes, and had a wonderful combination of muscles and soft and flowing curves. Zac
sat on the edge of the bed and turned to him Nessa. He reached out and she came into his arms and sat down astride his lap.
"I think we had been here," he murmured, kissing him again. Zac
noticed that his head was spinning, he was caught in a whirlwind of pleasure so intense he could not hold back and moaned aloud. Nessa's skin was so soft, so smooth under their hands ... And his kisses were almost a spiritual experience. Each deeper and longer than before, he infused a vitality filled with joy and passion and unlimited fresh.
She tugged at his shirt and he fell from his embrace and pulled it over her head. Nessa then turned to kiss and touch your bare skin Zac left breathless.
He lay on the bed, dragging with him, and climbed on top of each other. Then he slid his hand between the two to play the sweet swell of her breasts. She was tense and erect nipples by desire, and Zac's up to his mouth and began to caress with the tongue, sucking first gently and then harder as she moaned in pleasure and arched her back.
"I like panting. It's so delicious ...
His whispered words of desire caused a blaze that completely crossed Zac. The more attracted towards him and this movement closely pressed against her body against his erect member. Nessa stood there a moment, in tension. Zac could feel its heat even through her panties and shorts. I wanted to touch it, taste it, fill it out completely. He loved her entirely. He wanted at that moment. He loved her forever, for eternity.
Nessa's hair enveloped them like a black curtain, fine and sensual while Zac kissed her again and she started to move over it, gliding slowly on his hard member. Good heavens, if he carried, Zac was going to lose control before they're even in it.
-Nessa ... "Growled with his hands on his hips to stop.
She leaned back to watch it. His eyes narrowed for the pleasure and desire and a provocative smile curved her lips. She tossed her long hair back and pulled his hands to button Zac's shorts. I quickly unbuttoned, deftly, she slipped back and fell to his knees on his thighs to lower zip. Freed from the pressure
pants, his cock stiffened and she covered him with her delicate hands over his underpants. He looked into the eyes of Zac while he was playing.
seemed extremely sensual erotic fantasy, there kneeling on him, as those tiny white silk panties contrasted perfectly with the golden glow of your skin smooth. Long hair fell around her shoulders and curled around several strands of her beautiful breasts. Zac
stretched out her hand to her. He wanted to touch, move your hands down her arms, caressing her breasts. She
down his pants and underpants while meeting his eyes and smiled pleasure to see reflected in his face when he finally closed his hands around his member. Then he squeezed her breast and she closed her eyes, dragged by his own ecstasy.
Nessa leaned forward and kissed him with force, violence. Then pulled back and drew a trail of kisses from his mouth and his neck to his chest with one hand while stroking was vehemently. I brushed her hair in a very light touch and restrained Zac screamed as she slid further down her mouth. A wave of exquisite pleasure, sweeping, seized him.
That was incredible. It was more than amazing, but it was not what he wanted. Extended arms to her, and snapped up his arms.
- Would not you like? "Nessa laughed. Knew that he liked. He knew very well that had been about to lose control. Zac
tried to speak, but only let out a groan. She laughed again. Her voice was musical and her joy was contagious. Zac covered her mouth with a fierce kiss, and felt that laughter and joy bubbling within Nessa and penetrated into his own body, flowing through his veins and filling it with happiness.
Happiness. Good grief, when was the last time you felt happy? It was strange. It was absurd, really, because even though he had been happy before he was wounded, never had that particular emotion associated with the act of making love. Felt desire, arousal, interest and joy, he had been dominating and even mastered. He had felt confident, powerful and confident. But never had he felt so unconditionally, so undeniably happy. I had never felt anything remotely like that.
But neither had ever made love to a woman who was, without a shadow of doubt, your perfect sex partner. Vanessa
was determined and overtly sexy, and not ashamed of its powerful sensuality. Not scared take the initiative. Confident in herself and was bold and daring.
But if it were not for the hint of sensuality that she had hinted in the lobby of the hospital, he never would have suspected. His character was so sweet, so tender and kind ... It was good. It was the kind of woman you wanted to marry and spend the rest of his life surrounded by his serenity and warmth.
But Nessa did not get that serenity to the bedroom. And it was not warm: it was incredibly hot. Zac
slid his hands over her soft belly and under the strip of silk that covered her sex. It was warm, smooth and ready for him, as Zac imagined. Nessa arched his fingers to push within himself, drew his head towards her and brought her mouth to her breast.
"I get over you," he gasped. Please. ..
was incredibly exciting to know that the woman he wanted so passionately that total. Zac let go and turned sideways to reach the top drawer of his bedside table. He rummaged among the things he had in his hand closed and almost miraculously on a small plastic package. I ripped and put on a condom while Nessa got off her panties and legs waving them off. Then he climbed on top of him. Fell and he lifted her hips and in a smooth and perfect, penetrated. Then
Zac realized he would always remember the look on his face, that he would take him to the grave. Dam of a pure and beautiful abduction, she had her eyes closed, lips parted and his head thrown back. And it was he who made her feel that way. Nessa
opened his eyes, looked at him and searched his face, God knows why. Whatever it was what I was looking, he seemed to find it, because she smiled sweetly. Zac suddenly felt he had no heart in the chest.
She began to move over it, slowly at first. His smile disappeared, but continued looking into his eyes, holding his gaze.
, Zachary ...
He was not sure he can talk, but he licked his lips and tried it.
- What?
"This is wonderful.
"Hey, yes, he had to laugh. The laughter came out from inside a bubble, and realized that the laughter was hers. Nessa
had started to move faster and Zac tried to restrain it. I wanted that would last forever, but the step that would ... She, however, would not hold back, and he could not deny anything. He held her against him and kissed her frantically as he struggled to hold back. But walking along the edge of a precipice and was rapidly losing his balance.
, Zachary ... -Ness whispered his name as I hugged him hard, and Zac felt the first waves of her orgasm tumultuous.
Then he jumped over the edge of that precipice. But instead of falling, rose and flew up to impossible heights, up much higher than they ever have before. The pleasure went through him like an arrow, burning, scorching, and left him weak and humbled, trembling and exhausted ... and, nevertheless, completely full of happiness.
Her hair was soft and Nessa over the face and closed his eyes to inhale the sweet scent of her shampoo as she returned slowly to the ground. A moment later, she sighed and smiled. Zac Nessa felt the lips, which moved close to his neck and asked if she could feel his smile. Nessa
raised his head and brushed her hair from her face.
- Are you still alive?
Zac felt his smile widened to look into her eyes. The brown was her new favorite color.
"Absolutely.
"I think we can add without any doubt" make love "to the list of things I still do," she said with a smile.
His knee. God, I never thought in his knee since he had closed the bedroom door behind him. He never wanted to think about it and fought to retain the peace of that moment.
-No know, "he said. Maybe we should make sure it was not a fluke. May be better to try it again.
Vanessa's smile became dangerous.
"I'm ready when you are. "Zac felt a rush of desire ran through, hot and sweet.
-Dame few minutes ...
kissed her slow and deep kiss that promised unlimited pleasure.
Nessa sighed and stepped back to watch it.
"I love to stay, but ...
- But?
She smiled and ran his hands through his hair.
"It's after six o'clock, Zachary. I do not think appropriate to be here when you wake up Natasha. Already there have been enough turmoil in her life lately, without having to worry about whether you will have to compete with me for your time and affection. Zac
nodded. Nesa probably was right. We just have to see her go so soon but was thinking about the girl. Nessa
left him and got out of bed. Zac turned sideways to see it pick up their clothes from the floor.
"You call me again," said Zachary. She looked up, startled, as she put on shorts.
- Yes? Sorry.
-think of me as Zachary, right? He asked. Not like Zac. Nessa
zipped the sweatshirt and then sat to him in bed.
"I like your name," he admitted. I feel that I continue to escape.
He leaned on his elbow.
He has escaped many times as we made love.
-God, I hope you is not been damaged, half-seriously talked. Zac laughed.
"If I'd called Bob, maybe yes, but ... She touched his cheek. It was the first time in a long time I have enjoyed them to call me Zachary. I liked it, really.
She closed her eyes for a moment and pressed her cheek against the palm of your hand.
"Well, I certainly liked to call me Zachary, for sure.
"Who knows," he whispered while drawing the shape of your lips with his thumb. If we continue like this, you might even get used. Nessa
opened his eyes and looked at him.
- Want ... want to continue? He asked. The mocking tone of her voice was gone and for the first time all night, seemed undecided. Zac
could not respond. It was not your question what caused amazement, but its own response, immediate and firm. Yes God, yes.
That was dangerous. It was extremely dangerous. He did not want to feel anything but pleasure and satisfaction when you think of this woman. I wanted nothing more than casual sex and no strings attached.
However, I could not let it go away thinking that he had enough with that one night. Because it was not. Because the idea of \u200b\u200bletting her go home and it seemed pretty hard to bear. Do not want to think about how you would feel if she was leaving forever. I could not think about it.
"Yes," at last, but I have to be honest. Right now I'm not in a position to ... "She silenced her with a kiss.
"I want," he said. That's all we need to know now. It need not be more complicated.
But it was more complicated. Zac knew just by looking. Nessa felt something for him. He saw in his eyes. He felt a hot surge of joy that instantly became icy despair. I did not want her to like. I did not want to suffer and, if his feelings were too intense, she would suffer.
"I just want to make sure you're not going to turn this into a sort of fairy tale and said quietly, unable to hold back, touched his hair and prayed that his words stung. Still, a little sting at the time was preferable to a long-term mortal wound. I know that ours is a lot like "Beauty and the Beast", but it takes more than just a pretty girl to become a prince ... to become a man again in full. Need much more than that. And I have to be honest with you, I ... "I could not say. He closed his throat, but I had to make sure she understood. It scares me that the doctors are right, "he admitted. It scares me that my knee is not going to improve more.
Nessa The beautiful eyes were full of compassion and feeling.
"Maybe it's time she admitted ... you to accept your limitations.
- Hello? "He shook his head and sighed full of disbelief. If I try, condemn me to live in this limbo. I'm not dead, but I'm not living in reality.
She looked away and Zac knew what he was thinking. Certainly, it had seemed full of life when they made love, a moment ago. But it was not sex. Or it.
"I need to know who I am, tried to explain. She lifted her head and was about to burn with the intensity of his gaze.
Efron You are the lieutenant of San Felipe, California. You are a man who walks with a cane and suffers for it. You're a Navy SEAL. Always be a SEAL. What you were when you were eleven years. And you will be when you die.
took his face in his hands and kissed him: a sweet and passionate kiss that almost got him believe. Recently
-you know, "she continued," but I know you well enough to be sure that you succeed. You will not settle for a kind of limbo. I know you'll do whatever it takes to return to feel full. I know I will decide what is right. Your story will have a happy ending. Do not give up, kissed him again and stood up. See you later, okay?
-Nessa ...
But she was closing the door quietly behind him. Zac lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Vanessa had so much faith in him ... "Do not give up." He seemed convinced that he would do whatever was necessary to return to an active life.


He also had that faith, but time and the failures had been wearing out his plot, and now show through all your questions. During the earlier days, those doubts had become very strong. Beginning to become clear as daylight streaming through the blinds in his hand was not recovered. Could seek, take to the limit exercising to faint, but if the knee was still supporting its weight, if the joint could not move in certain directions, would be doing little more than head against a wall.
Now, however, had to Nessa, who believed in him, he was convinced he had the strength to overcome his injury to overcome, to return back to being an active duty SEAL.
Nessa's feelings were more profound than betrayed. Zac knew without a doubt would not have made love with him if he did not feel anything. Was he falling in love with him? It was quite possible. Nessa was nice and tender. He would not be the first bastard who took her to his heart.
Somehow, he had been led to believe it was worth their time and emotions. Somehow, he had deceived into believing in their castles in the air. Somehow, it was believed that there would be a really happy ending for him. Zac
closed his eyes. I wanted it that way. I wanted to get out of bed and into the bathroom without having to use a cane. I wanted to tie their sneakers and timed run ten miles before breakfast. Wanted go to the naval base and join the team in one of his endless exercises. I wanted to return to the arena, be ready for anything, willing to be sent abroad at any time when necessary the intervention of the Alfa Brigade. And I wanted to return home after a difficult mission and find the sweetness of Nessa's arms, welcoming port of his kisses and the warm light of her eyes full of love.
God wanted it all.
Nessa But I would if I failed? Would you spend your life waiting for him to reach? Would you like to be with a man forever caught in limbo between what had been and what I expected and would not be?
"not going to settle for a kind of limbo," he had said. "I know you'll do whatever it takes to return to full feeling."
"You will succeed."
But what if you did not? What if his knee did not allow him to return to the SEALs? And according to his view, was the only way to return to succeed. Otherwise, it would be a failure.
But Vanessa had faith in him.
He, however, did not have that confidence. He knew how easy it was to lose when things beyond their control. And you weigh more, recovery was not in their hands.
knee started to hurt and picked the analgesic. But would have liked to have something to ease as quick and effective pain he felt in his heart.

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Sitting in the living room, Zac cleaning his gun.
When, that afternoon, the lovely Sharon's ex-boyfriend had taken the knife, Zac had felt for the first time in a long time the lack of a weapon.
course, carry it meant having to hide it. Although he had all necessary licenses to carry it where he pleased, could not be a holster around his waist, like a cop or a gunslinger from the Old West. And a holster would force him to wear his jacket, at least in public. And if wearing a jacket, should also wear long pants. Not even he could wear a jacket with shorts.
could always do what you did Blue McCoy, of course. Blue was an officer of the Brigade Alpha and second in command of the SEAL unit. Rarely put anything but shorts and a shirt worn fatigues old olive green, with the sleeves cut off. And he always carried a gun in a holster under his shirt, with soft leather directly bonded to the skin.
felt a prick on the knee and looked at the clock. It was nearly three. The three in the morning. Steve Horowitz
had given him a few vials filled with a potent local anesthetic similar to Novocaine. It was not yet time to get another injection, but almost. Zac had been one at about nine o'clock, after Nessa will take home from the hospital. Nessa ...
shook his head, decided to think about anything but Nessa, which separated him only a few very thin walls. Nessa, her hair spread on the pillow, dressed only with a provocative white cotton nightgown. Beautiful and soft lips would open slightly to sleep ...
Yes, he was a teacher at the time of torment. I had been there sitting hours sleepless, and had spent most of the time remembering, rather, reviving, the way in which Nessa kissed him on the beach. Good heavens, what a kiss it ...
was unlikely to return to have the opportunity to kiss her like that again. She had made it clear he did not want to repeat. If you knew what suited him, he would try to stay away from Vanessa Hudgens. While, however, would not be difficult. Thereafter, she would try to avoid it.
Suddenly he heard a thud in the bedroom and sat up. What the hell was that?
grabbed his crutches and his gun and moved as fast as he could down the aisle
room to Tash.
had bought a cheap portable TV. It was possibly the night light and sound machine more expensive in the world. Her blue glow illuminated the room trembling. Natasha was sitting on the floor beside the bed and rubbed his sleepy eyes and head. Whimpering, very softly. His voice was barely audible above the soft murmur of the TV. Poor
-Tash, have you fallen off the bed? Zac asked, and walked with difficulty through the narrow door of the room. Put the safety of his gun and put it in your pocket. Come back up. You tuck.
But she stood up, she staggered, almost as if he had drunk too much, and sat down on the floor. While Zac looked at her, he lay down and rested his forehead against the carpet. Zac
crutches leaned against the bed and bent down to take her in his arms.
-Tash, are three in the morning. Do not play dumb.
Holy God, was burning. Zac touched his forehead, cheek, neck. Play it again and prayed for a mistake, that was just sweating because of a nightmare. But every time he touched was more convinced: Natasha had a fever, high fever.
He lifted her up and put in bed.
How could that happen? Everything had gone well the day. He had given his swimming lesson with his usual enthusiasm. He had been in the water again and again, with his usual energy. Yes, I was asleep when they returned from the hospital, but Zac had attributed to fatigue and agitation of the day. Surely, seeing his uncle Zac beaten by Dwayne ogre had left her exhausted.
His eyes narrowed, resting her head against the pillow as if it hurt and kept doing this strange noise and whining. Zac
was terrified. Tried to calculate how much fever was touching, and it seemed that burned dangerously.
-Tasha, Tell me, "he said, sitting beside her on the bed. Dime what's wrong. Tell me what symptoms you have.
God, what they said. "Tell me what symptoms you have." Tasha was five, did not know what the hell was a symptom. And, apparently, did not even know that his uncle was there, I could not hear or see.
He had received medical training, but only knew first aid. Could cope with gunshot wounds, stab, burns and lacerations. But with a sick child with fever in the clouds ...
had to take Natasha to the hospital.
could call a taxi, but the child could fall down stairs. Barely remained standing with crutches. I could not go down with the baby in her arms. It would be too dangerous to try. What if he fell?
-right back, "said Tash and holding crutches, went to the kitchen where she kept the phone.
opened it and looked for the number of local taxi company. He scored quickly. The line rang at least ten times before someone picked up.
-Taxi Amarillo.
"Yes," said Zac, "I need a taxi immediately. Midfield Street, 1210, apartment 2 ° C. Is the complex of apartments on the corner of Midfield and Harris.
- Destination?
-The municipal hospital. Look, the driver need come to the door. I have a little girl with fever and I need it down ...
"Sorry, sir. Our drivers do not leave their vehicles. I wait in the parking lot.
- Can not you hear what I just said? It's an emergency. I have to take the girl to the hospital, Zac ran his hand through his hair while trying to restrain their anger and frustration. I can not bring it down the stairs myself. I am ... "Nearly choked to utter the words" physically disabled.
"Sorry, sir. The rule concerns the safety of our drivers. But the taxi you ordered will arrive within approximately ninety minutes.
- Ninety minutes? I can not wait ninety minutes!
- Cancel your request? Zac
"Yes, he abruptly hung up, cursing loudly. Again quickly lifted and scored 911. It seemed an eternity before someone answered.
- What is it?
"I have a five year old girl with high fever.
- Breathe the child?
"Yes ...
- Do you bleed?
"No, I told you have a fever ...
"Sorry, sir. We have many priority calls and a limited number of ambulances. Come before the hospital if you bring it yourself. Zac
fought to suppress the urge to curse.
"I have no car.
"Well, I can put on the list, but since this is not a life or death situation but, you risk your request is continually relegated as a new call, "said the woman. May be less hassle in the morning.
at dawn.
"Forget it," said Zac, not very politely and hung up.
What now?
Nessa. Would have to ask for help from Nessa.
down the hall as fast as he could until the Tasha room. The girl's eyes were closed, but it moved spasmodically. It was still too hot to touch. Perhaps even more than before.
"Hang, baby," said Zac. Hang on, Princess. Be right back.
beginning to move quite skillfully with crutches. He entered the living room and out into the corridor before they have time to think.
But while he called again and again to ring Nessa, as she opened the screen door and banged the heavy wooden door, waiting to open, could not help wondering what the hell he was doing. Had just spent six hours saying he had to stay away from this woman. Nessa did not want him, he had made more than clear. And there he was, banging on his door at night, ready to humble even asking him to help a little girl down the stairs.
The light went on inside the apartment. She opened the door before the end to get gown.
"Zachary, what happens?
"I need your help," she would never know how much it had cost to pronounce those words. Only Natasha would have asked for help. If it was he who was burning with fever, there would be no use of it. I'd rather have died. Tasha is sick, has a high fever. I take her to hospital.
"Okay," Nessa said without hesitation. Wait, I wear pants and slippers and approached the car to the stairs.
returned to his bedroom to get dressed, but he stopped her.
"Wait. Nessa
returned to the door. Zac was standing on the other side of the mosquito, with crutches under arms. I looked at the carpet, not her. When he looked up, anger used to be crystal clear in his eyes was gone and after she had only been a profound embarrassment. I could hardly hold his gaze. He looked away, but was forced to raise them again, and stared at that time.
"I can not lower it down the stairs. Nessa
heart was in my throat. He knew how much it had cost him say that, and did not want to mess up the answer. I did not want to downplay it, but did not want to embarrass him more by making a big deal.
"Of course not," he said calmly. It would be dangerous to try with crutches. I'm going by car and return to pick up Natasha.
He nodded his head once and disappeared.
She had said the right thing, but there was no time to enjoy the relief. Nessa ran into her bedroom and changed clothes.


- Ear infection? Zac repeated staring at the emergency physician.
The doctor was an intern who was not yet thirty, but had a manner that reminded of an old country doctor, blue eyes shining and a warm smile.
"You have made him an antibiotic and something for the fever he said, looking at Zac and Nessa-as well as a decongestant. That will keep her out of action for a while. Do not be surprised if tomorrow you sleep until later than normal.
- Is that all? Zac asked. Just an ear infection? "He looked at Tasha, who was fast asleep, curled up in bed in the hospital. He looked very small and fragile, with reddish hair on the white sheets.
"Maybe for a day or two to continue experiencing that stun you talked to me," said the doctor. Keep in bed, if possible, and make sure everything is finished the bottle of antibiotics. Oh, and put it earplugs the next time you go swimming, right? Zac nodded
head.
- Are you sure that it is better to leave here a while?
"I think you'll be more comfortable at home," said the young doctor. Furthermore, the fever has gone down. Call me if it continues to improve.
an ear infection. No meningitis. Or appendicitis. Or scarlet fever or pneumonia. Zac was not yet the idea. Tash was going to be OK. An ear infection would not hamper his life. The girl was not going to die. Zac could hardly believe it. I could not shake off the oppression felt in the chest, an incredible fear, a sense of complete powerlessness. Nessa
noticed that touched his arm.
"Let's bring it home," she said calmly.
"Yes Zac, and looked around trying to rally as she wondered when it would sink in and when that relief would remove that strange feeling of tension and fear. I've been here long enough for today.
The journey home was made shorter than I remembered. Nessa saw Tash climb the stairs and put it on your floor. He left the child asleep in bed and covered her with a blanket and a light blanket. Zac watched her trying not to think that Tasha was dealing with because he could not.
"You should also try to sleep a little," said Nessa quietly when they went down the aisle, toward the living room. Almost it's day. Zac
nodded. Nessa
stood in the doorway, his face in the shadows, watching.
- Are you okay?
No, not right. He nodded.
"Yes.
"Then good night, she opened the screen door.
-Vanessa ... Nessa
stopped and looked back at him. He said nothing, just waited for him to speak.
"Thank you" His voice sounded hoarse, to his horror, he suddenly noticed he had tears in his eyes. But it was still dark and she could not tell. "Nothing
Nessa replied softly, and closed the door.
She disappeared, but the tears that filled the eyes of Zac not. He could not help him to leak and fall down his cheeks. Let out a sob, sob shook and that first followed by other, more rapid and intense, until he was crying like a child. Tasha
had thought he would die.
He had felt completely terrified. He, Zac, terrified. Had participated in rescue missions and spying expeditions into enemy territory, in places where they could have killed simply for being American. He was sitting in cafes and eaten around people that would not have hesitated to cut his throat if they knew his true identity. Had infiltrated a terrorist stronghold and had recovered a cache of stolen nuclear weapons. He had looked death in the eye more than once. On each occasion, had been quite afraid, only a fool would not make sense. That fear had a sharp edge that kept him alert and in full command of himself. It was nothing compared to the pure terror, desperate, I had felt that night.
stumbled returned to the sanctuary of her bedroom, unable to hold back the tears. Did not want to mourn, curse. Tasha was safe, was all right. He should have enough control over their emotions to keep the intensity of his relief left him in that state.
gritted his teeth and tried to control himself. But he lost the battle.
Yes, Tasha was safe. Of time. But what if you could not take her to the hospital? The doctor had said it was fortunate that the weather had been. The fever was about to become dangerously high. Nessa What if it had not been home? What if you could not go down the stairs Tasha? What if, during the time he had spent trying to find a way to take her to hospital, the fever had gone up even more? What if his inability to do something so simple a child down a flight of stairs would have endangered the life of your niece? What if Tasha had died because he lived on the second floor? What if there killed because he was too proud to admit the truth: I had a physical disability? Tonight
had uttered these words when talking with the operator of the taxi company. "I am physically disabled." He was not a SEAL. He was a cripple with a cane that could have let a child die for their fucking pride. Zac
sat on the bed and left the tears.


Nessa heard a strange noise as he left his bag on the kitchen table. He lifted it and put it back on the table. He heard the noise again. What did she there?
was agreed even before opening the zipper. Tasha medicine. Zac had bought the antibiotic in the hospital pharmacy, which opened around the clock. Nessa
took her bag and looked at carefully. Tash should not take another dose until shortly before noon, unless you wake up earlier.
would be better if Zac were brought as soon as possible instead of waiting.
left the apartment and walked over to Zac. All windows were dark. Damn. He opened the screen door, wincing at the sound of their chirping, and tried the doorknob.
was open.
came slowly, quietly. He went on tiptoe into the kitchen, ready to put the medicine in the refrigerator y. ..
What was that? Nessa stayed frost.
was a strange sound, a soft sound. Nessa stood very still, quietly, not daring to breathe while just listening. There it was. It was the sound of breathing, of an almost silent cry. Had she awakened Tasha? "Zac was already so deeply asleep that did not hear?
He walked silently down the hall to the bedroom and looked Tasha.
The girl was asleep, breathing slowly and rhythmically. Nessa
he heard the noise and turning, saw Zac in the dim light filtering through the blinds of his room. He sat on the bed, folded in on itself as if it hurt something, elbows on the legs. With one hand covering her face. It was the very picture of despair.
noise she had heard ... Zac came from. Efron Zachary was crying. Nessa
was stunned. Never in a million years would have expected him mourn. I thought unable to release their emotions so visible and expressive. Would have expected that internalize everything, or to deny their feelings.
But I was crying.
She felt her heart was breaking for him and fell silent. I knew instinctively that he would feel embarrassed and humiliated if she learned that she had seen that emotional collapse.
Nessa quietly returned to the living room, left the apartment and closed the door holding her breath.
What now?
could not go home knowing that he was alone with her grief and fears. Moreover, still holding in his hand Tasha medicine.
deep breath, knowing that if Zac opened the door, could well pick up the medicine and let her out. But even then rang the bell.
knew that he had heard, but did not turn on any lights, nothing moved. He opened the screen door and knocked. Then he opened a few inches.
- Zac?
"Yes," his voice hoarse. I'm in the bathroom. Wait, then leave. Nessa
came back and closed the door. She stood there, leaning against the door, wondering whether to turn on the lights. He heard the tap running the bath and Zac imagined washing her face with ice water and praying that she would not notice he had been crying. He left the lights off.
The gesture did not light them when it finally came down the hall in the dark. He said nothing. He stood there.
-Yo ... eh ... Tasha had medicine in my bag, "said Nessa. I thought it was better traértela now instead of waiting for a. .. morning.
- Want a cup of tea?
Your question asked softly, caught her completely by surprise. I had not imagined that among the things he could say, to invite her to stay for a cup of tea.
"Yes," she said, I would. Zac
crutches screamed as he entered the kitchen. Nessa followed, hesitantly.
He lit the lamp from the ceiling. It was not necessary. Parking Light streamed in through the kitchen window. It was a silver light cast shadows on the walls, but it was enough to see.
While he filled the kettle with tap water, Nessa opened the refrigerator door and put the medicine inside. At the close, saw the list that Zac had there, the list of all the things we could do ... the list of things that in his view, prevented him from being a man.
-I know it was hard for you to go to me for help tonight, "he said softly.
He took the kettle to the plate in the kitchen, leaning on his crutch just right and set it on top. No one said a word until he had turned the burner. Then he turned to look.
"Yes," he said, has been hard.
"But I'm glad you did. I'm glad I could help.
"The truth ... "He cleared his throat and began again. The truth is that she felt she would die. I was terrified. His frankness surprised
Nessa. "I was terrified." Another surprise. Zac would never have expected to admit that. Never. Clear that this man had not ceased to surprise since the beginning.
I do not know how parents support it, "he said, and lowered the lid of the teapot, as if they were to hot water before. Because you have a son who want more than your own life, right? And suddenly you are so ill that can not stand upright, clenched his voice. What bothers me is that if it had been the only person left in the world, if it depended only on me, he could not take her to hospital. Continue here, trying to figure out how to lower those stairs, "he turned suddenly and slapped on countertop, full of anger and frustration. I hate feeling so helpless!
His shoulders seemed tense, his face full of bitterness. Nessa no crossed arms to extend to him.
"But you're the only person left in the world. You're not alone.
"But I can not do anything.
"Sure," she said. That was before. You could not do anything if you refuse to help. "He laughed with a snort bitter.
"Yes, I ...
"Yes," she said firmly. Exactly. Think about it, Zachary. There are many things we do ourselves, things that certainly could not do. Look at your shirt, "he commanded as he approached. Extended and touched the soft cotton of his shirt. The rose, he turned and exposed to window light machine-stitched hem. This shirt you have not done it, right? Neither has spun cotton to make fabric. The cotton grown in the fields. You knew, right? A lot of people have done something for that little plant becomes spongy on this shirt. Does that mean they are useless because you have made yourself? Nessa
was very close to him. He felt his masculine and musky smell mixed with a delicious perfume to deodorant and shaving lotion something decadent. He looked at her. The light from the window cast shadows on his face and was more hard and rough her features. His eyes sparkled, and though at that time was unable to specify its color, the heat that was in them did not need any light to be seen.
She dropped the shirt, but did not flinch. Do not want to, even if it meant ignite spontaneously under fire from his eyes.
-So ... What does it matter that you can not make your own clothes? "He continued. The good people at Fruit of the Loom and Levi's makes it for you. Who cares if you can not go down the stairs Tasha? I'll come down for you.
Zac shook his head.
"It's not the same.
"It's the same thing.
- What if you're not home? What then?
-calling to Thomas. Or your friend ... it's called ... Lucky. Instead, said the list on the fridge, you should have a two-page list of friends you can call for help. Because you're only helpless if you have no one to turn to.
- What will be at the beach instead? Zac asked, his voice tense. He approached her, standing dangerously close. His body was a sigh of Nessa, and she felt his breath hot and sweet in her hair. Will they get fit for me? Will they be a SEAL on active duty for me? And then what will accompany me on my assignment and shall when to run and swim against a current of two knots when you have to swim? Did you jump from an airplane at high altitude for me? Will you fight when you have to fight and move quietly when you have to be stealthy? Will they do all the things you should do to stay alive to me and the men in my unit? Nessa
was silent.
"I know you do not understand," he said. The kettle began to hiss and whistle with a shrill sound and sad. He turned away from Nessa and approached the hearth.
had not touched, but its presence and its proximity had been almost palpable. She swayed slightly as if he had been holding, back and sat in a chair in the kitchen. As I watched, Zac pulled the kettle from the fire and pulled out two cups from a cupboard.
wish I could make you understand.
"Try.
He was silent again as she opened the cupboard and took out two bags of tea. Put one in each cup. Then poured the steaming water from the kettle. He left it on the stove and seemed absorbed in soaking tea bags when he began to speak haltingly.
"You know I grew up here in San Felipe," he said. We also said that my childhood was not exactly a bed of roses. But that is an understatement. The truth is that it was frightening. My father worked on a fishing boat ... when was not so drunk he could not get out of bed. It was exactly like living in an episode of The Misadventures of Bea-ver or Father Knows Best "He looked and muscle in his jaw tensed. I'll have to ask you to take the cups into the living room for me. Nessa
"Sure, I looked out the corner of my eye. There has been so difficult, right?
"Yes, it has been, with both crutches under his arms firmly supported, Zac came before it in the living room. Just lit a lamp, left the room wrapped in a soft glow almost golden.
"Forgive me a minute," he said, and disappeared down the hall way to his room. Nessa left
cups on the coffee table that was in front of the sofa and sat boxes.
"I wanted to see how Tash," said Zac was returning to the living room. And I wanted to bring this, holding a paper bag, the bag had given the doctor in the hospital.
He grimaced when sitting across the long couch and lift the injured leg to support it on the table. Nessa While I watched, opened the bag and pulled out a syringe and a vial.
"I have to have the leg up. I hope you do not mind doing that here.
- What are you doing exactly?
"This is a local anesthetic, a kind of Novocain," he explained as he filled the syringe with transparent liquid. I'm going to injecting into the knee.
- Are you going to inyectártelo in ...? "You're kidding.
"When I was a SEAL, I received medical training," he said. Steve gave me a shot of cortisone in the hospital, but it will take some time to act. This has an almost immediate effect. The problem is gone within a few hours and I have to return to prick. Still, dulls the pain without affecting the central nervous system. Nessa
looked away. He was unable to look as he stuck the needle into the leg. Sorry
-Zac muttered. But it was again about to cross the line of the excruciating pain.
"I think that I could not get an injection-recognized Nessa.
He looked with his mouth twisted into a sort of smile.
"Well, it's not that I like to do, but can you imagine what might have happened tonight if I had taken the painkiller that Steve wanted to prescribe? Tasha would not have heard fall out of bed. Still be there on the floor, and I would be drooling, unaware, in my bed. Thus I numbs the knee, but not the brain.
-An interesting philosophy for a man who gets drunk to sleep two nights in a row.
Zac felt his knee began to numb. He turned his head from side to side to relax the shoulders and neck.
"Oh, no I hang out with rodeos, eh?
"Four-thirty in the morning is no time to chat," she said politely. Then he folded his legs on the sofa and sipped her tea. If one can not be honest to the four and a half, when will it be?
Zac rubbed his neck.
"If you want the truth bluntly, there is one that is the same at four and a half at noon, as I said before, and do not drink.
She watched him with her brown eyes, but Zac did not know what I was looking for. He felt the urge to turn around and cover his face, fearing he saw the telltale traces of recent tears. But he forced himself to hold his gaze.
-No I think you're able to quit for good, "she said finally. So, without further. Look. I know you're sober, but ...
"The night we met, it just caught me at my best. I was ... celebrating my leave from the Navy, providing for their lack of faith in me picked up his cup and sipped tea. It was too hot and burned. I told ... I have no habit of drinking so much. I'm not like Sharon. Not like my father. He was a scoundrel. He had two facets: o was drunk and angry, or was hungover and angry. In any case, Sharon, my brothers and I learned to stay away from him. But sometimes one just in the wrong place at the time wrong, and gave us a beating. We used to sit for hours, inventing lies to tell our friends how we had become the bruising and how we finish with black eyes, let out a snort. As if they knew what was happening. Most lived the same hell.
You know, I often pretended that it was not my father actually. I made up a story that I was some kind of sea creature that had been entangled in their nets one day he was out with the fishing.
Nessa smiled.
"As Tasha when pretending to be a Russian princess.
His smile was mesmerizing. Zac could hardly think of anything other than the touch of her lips and how much I wanted to experience again the sweet sensation. Resisted the urge to reach out and touch her beautiful face. She looked away and his smile faded. Suddenly seemed shy, like he knew what he was thinking.
"So there I was," continued Zac-, ten years living a nightmare at home. It was that year, the year I was in fourth grade, when I began to spend hours riding a bike to leave.
She listened intently, staring into his cup as if it contained the answers to all your questions. He had removed his shoes, which were on the floor in front of her. Her slender legs bent over the couch, soft and tanned provocatively. He wore a gray hooded sweatshirt and shorts. In the hospital wearing their seatbelts, but at some point since his return he had lowered his zipper. The shirt he wore underneath was white and loose, with a small wheel on top. Zac
suddenly realized that was the nightgown. He had put the clothes on her nightgown, had tucked it in his pants and he had closed with the sweatshirt. Nessa
looked at him, waiting to continue. Zac
coughed to clear the desire knot suddenly felt in the throat and continued talking.
"One day I made the bike a couple of miles along the coast to one of the beaches where the SEALs tend to do their training exercises. It was amazing to see those guys, "smiled as he remembered that he had thought that the SEALs were crazy the first time I saw them on the beach. They were always wet. Do what they do, and whatever the time, instructors were always the first to hit the water they are soaked. Then crawled upside down along the beach and sand is smeared, to the face and hair, everywhere. And then ran five miles up and down the beach. They were incredible. For a boy of ten years, it was fun. But although I was not just a kid, looked beyond all the antics. I knew that whatever it was what they got with those endless and grueling tests had to be fantastic. Nessa
had turned slightly to face him. Perhaps it was because he knew I was on the nightgown under clothing, or perhaps because it was dark and dangerous hour of the night, but sat there like a dream. Her in his arms and make love would be a delightful break from all your pain and frustration, even if temporary. Zac
knew without a shadow of doubt that a kiss would melt the caution and reserve Nessa. Yes, it was a good girl. Yes, I wanted something more than sex. He wanted love. But even the good girls were able to escape the sweet and burning desire. He could prove, and persuade with a kiss, sometimes sex, practiced for pleasure and passion, was sufficient.
But curiously, the woman wanted over the fiery sexual satisfaction shock. Interestingly, I wanted her to understand how he felt: their frustrations, their anger, their darkest fears.
"Try," she had said. And he was trying.
"I started going every day at the naval base," he continued, forcing herself to concentrate on Vanessa's big brown eyes rather than the softness of her thighs. Always hanging around there. I served in a bar that used to go off-duty sailors to hear their stories. SEALs were not much out there, but when I went, God showed them how much respect ... Both enlisted and officers. They had an aura of greatness and I was convinced, along with the rest of the Navy, that those guys were gods.
watched them whenever I had occasion, and I noticed that, although most did not wear uniforms, all wearing the same pin. They called Budweiser. It was an eagle with a gun in one claw and a trident in the other. I found that getting the pin after passing a course of intensive training very hard. Most of them are not exceeded, and some class left up to ninety percent of the students. It was a program of weeks and weeks of organized torture, and only men who came to the end getting the pin and became SEAL. Nessa
was looking at him as if he were telling the fascinating story of the world, so Zac continued.
"Then one day," he continued, "shortly before his twelfth birthday, I saw that the SEALs who were training their way with their inflatable boat toward the rocks near the hotel Coronado. It was the end of the first phase of the training course. In this week is called "hell week" because it is really hell. They were exhausted, you could see in his face and how they were sitting in the boats. I was sure they would all die. Did you see the rocks that are out there? "She shook her head. They are very dangerous. Lumber. And there the waves are always very strong, which is not good combination. But I saw that these guys dropped their heads and they did. May have died. Some have died doing this exercise.
around me could hear tourists and onlookers who were out there making noise, wondering aloud why the men risked their lives when they could be marine privates in the regular Navy and not have to be compromised in this way - Zac Nessa leaned forward, eager understood it. And I stood there. It was just a child, but she understood. I understood why. If those guys getting it would be SEAL. Would that pin and may enter any military base in the world and be automatically respected. And what was even better, be respected themselves. You know that old saying, "Wherever you go, there you are"? But I knew that they were where they were, at least one man they respected, and respect for this man was the most important thing. Unable to follow
eyes averted, Nessa again set eyes on him. He imagined a child, with smooth cheeks, the small body and thin and those huge blue eyes full of wisdom impossible, despite his tender age. Imagined him to escape that awful childhood and a father who abused him, seeking a place you could feel a part, a place to be safe, a place to learn to love, a place would be respected ... for others and himself.
and had found that place among the SEAL.
"It was then I knew it was going to be a SEAL," he said softly, but intense. And since that day I respected but no one else did. I lasted another six years at home. I finished high school because I knew I needed the title. But the day I graduated, I joined Navy. And I got it. I got it. I passed the training course and managed to land with my inflatable boat on the rocks of Coronado. And they gave me this pin.
He looked away from her and stared without seeing, his knee injury, bruises, swelling and scarring endless intertwined. Nessa had his heart in his throat as he watched. Zac had told everything to make him understand, and she understood. He knew what he was going to say next, and although he had not yet ruled, his words stung.
"I always thought that, by becoming a SEAL, had escaped from my life. You know, how would that have been my life. I should have been killed in a traffic accident, as my brother Rob. He was drunk and crashed into a pole. Or perhaps I should have gotten pregnant at my high school sweetheart, as did Danny. I should have married and have a wife and a son to feed at seventeen, and worked for the same fleet that my father, and have followed the steps of that old bastard. I always thought that when I joined the Navy and become a SEAL, had cheated fate. And now look at me. I'm back in San Felipe. And I spent a couple of nights in imitation of my father. Drink until you fall. Until you feel pain. Nessa
had tears in his eyes, and when Zac looked at her, saw that his jaw was tense and that he also had wet eyes. He turned his head. It took a moment to speak again, and when he finally did, his voice was firm, but terribly sad.
"Since I was hurt," he said softly, "I feel like I've gone back to the nightmare that was my life. I am not a SEAL. I lost it. Has disappeared. I do not know who I am, Nessa. I'm an incomplete type, someone who floats around, shook his head. The only thing I know for sure is that I also no longer respect myself "She turned to her. Did not care who saw that his eyes filled with tears. So I have to recover everything. So I have to be able to run, jump, dive into the water and do all the things on that list, suddenly wiped her eyes with the back of the hand. Refused to surrender to the emotion that threatened to overtake him. I want it back. Want to feel full.