They say real love doesn't meet you at your best. It meets you in your mess.
And what a bloody mess it was when Aaliyah Rosario and Zion Tanner met each other.
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Aaliyah and I stood in the line, both of our ID cards in my hand waiting for the guard to do his job of checking for any underage people quickly. I glanced down at Aaliyah and noticed her scrunching her eyes shut and mumbling something under her breath.
She's adorable.
I continued staring at her, hoping to figure out what she was doing. A few seconds later she opened her eyes and immediately snapped her eyes towards me. A reddish tinge slowly made its way on her face and I bit my lips to stop myself from laughing knowing it would embarrass her more.
"Stop staring at me," She mumbled under her breath. I let out a quick laugh and pulled her to stand in front of me while I wrapped my arms around her waist and leaned my head on her hair.
She was soft as fuck and smelled fucking sweet. The first time I met her in her apartment, she had an angry meltdown and let me hug her. After that, I don't think I could've ever gone back to keeping a distance from her and not touching her. I'm fucking delighted she hasn't stopped me from playing with her hair or from touching her soft skin.
After a long wait, we were finally let into the club. Fi-fucking-nally. A small poke on my chest made me look down at the girl who helped me in more ways than she could ever realize.
"So I was wondering about your shoulder. You don't wince when you lift your hand so I assume it's healing well?" I had to bend my fucking knees so she could shout in my ears because of the loud trashy music playing in the background.
"It's healing well, Eli helps me take care of it." My lips brushed against her ear and I had to pull myself back so that I didn't give in to the urge of biting her earlobe. Things would've escalated quickly if I had done that.
I pulled Aaliyah out of the way when a huge drunk man stumbled our way. I nudged her back to start walking in the direction of the bar. The huge bar stools made it difficult for her to climb upon and I watched her cute ass struggle for a hot minute.
Grabbing her waist I helped her up, making her sigh sweetly and wipe an imaginary drop of sweat off her forehead. I wave my hand at the bartender, hoping he won't make us wait too long too.
Aaliyah placed her hand on my thigh. Softening my gaze I looked at her, uncertainty swam in her eyes. She must hate eye contact with a burning passion because I can hardly remember the times she looked into my eyes. Too bad because I crave eye contact.
Clearing her throat she nervously began, "C-Can you order for me? I just get nervous while ordering a drink at the club because it's loud and the bartender can't hear me and he makes me repeat my order multiple times and tha-"
I ran my hand through her hair to help her calm down, if it put her at ease I would do anything for her. "I don't mind ordering for you baby. What would you like?"
