Page 46 of Surviving Midnight

With a huge wave of nerves, I walk into the bedroom and look myself over in the mirror again. It’s so strange to see myself this way since I’m so used to my oversized sweaters and messy updo, but I think it’ll pass for a wedding at a motorcycle clubhouse.

I need to be sure though, so I grab my phone, snap a selfie of my reflection and send it to Summer.

SUM:Sooo fucking hot, babe.

ME: It’s ok? You’re not just saying that?

SUM: Hell no. You are smoking. Zak is gonna cream his jeans.

ME: You’re so gross. Also, I doubt it but thanks.

SUM:??

SUM: Don’t forget your earrings. And the red pumps. Love you.

ME: Love you.

Thank God I texted her.I definitely would have forgotten my earrings if I hadn’t, so I hurry to my jewelry box, take out the dangly arrows then rush into my closet and frown when I see only one red stiletto.

Shit.

“Zak?” I unlock the door as I put one earring in. “Have you seen my shoe?”

“Which one, honey?” He calls from Fabio’s bathroom.

I start walking toward the living room, trying to put my left heel on while stabbing my earlobe a million times because I can’t get the hook in. “The red pump. I thought they were in my closet, but I only found one.”

A door opens down the hall behind me as I gimp around the living room, searching around the couches and under the coffee table because it’s not unlike me to lose something in plain sight.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

My shoulders bunch up at the sound of Zak’s voice and when I slowly turn to meet his gaze, the same sentiment echoes in my head, but maybe not for the same reasons.

He looks good enough to eat.

Zak is wearing a crisp black button-down shirt, black slacks and hisshitkickers,as I’ve learned they’re called, a black belt, and his vest that ties the whole sexy as sin biker ensemble together. His long black waves are combed back but a little messy, the man rocking a combination of sex hair andI just rolled out of bed like thishair, and his face is clean shaven for the first time since I met him. Zak looks like sex on a stick and right now, his piercing gaze is raking over my body with a look I have never ever seen on anyone before.

“Is...” I swallow hard, finally get my earring in and glance down at myself. “Is this ok? I don’t really have a lot to choose from, but I can change if this isn’t—“

“No,” Zak grunts as his boots carry him slowly toward me.

My eyes widen at the predatory look on his face, at the raw heat I see in that gorgeous green eye. He stops with barely a foot of space between us, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths that might mean he’s angry but I’m not sure because, like I said, no one has ever looked at me the way Zak is right now. And that most likely means I was wrong about his reasons for JFC-ing a few minutes ago.

“No this isn’t ok or...” I blink up at him as the toes of my shoeless foot touch the carpet and try to keep my balance. “Or am I—“

“You are fucking perfect, Theo.”

I clear my throat and break his stare. “Are you sure? There might be enough time for me to, to run into town or look through my closet again...”

He shakes his head. “This dress, you, everything is fucking perfect.” Zak takes another step forward. “You are fucking gorgeous.”

The blush that creeps up my neck and stains my cheeks is almost as hot as this man when he pulls his full bottom lip between his teeth, a satisfied smile caught at the corners of his mouth while he looks me over agonizingly slow from head to toe with an electricity I can practically feel on every inch of my skin. One that causes my heart to pound and warmth to pool in my belly.

Zak may look good enough to eat but I think I’m the one who should worry about being devoured.

“You...” I suck in a sharp breath as he lifts his hand and runs a finger down the side of my neck, then traces my collarbone. “You look super gorgeous as well.”

Zak gives me a sexy lopsided grin as he follows the curve of my shoulder and a plethora of goosebumps erupt in its wake. “Super gorgeous, huh?”

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