Written in the Stars: Book 2 of the "Written" Duology

Loved and Safe

TW: This chapter has smut in it; if you dont want to read that part, stop when it says "Hamish knew that look so well that he didn't have to be told twice." and pick back up at "He pulled Mazikeen close, she facing his chest." Look for the bolded points for both! Happy reading!

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A month had come and passed, promising warmer weather and sunnier days. Hamish had just got back from his teaching position and found Mazikeen sitting on the couch at his apartment. She was wearing the pink salmon shirt that was stained in bleach and some shorts. She had her feet propped up on the cushions and her head back, eyes closed.

"Rough day, huh?" Hamish joked, coming over and moving Mazikeen's legs so he can sit on the couch next to her. She gave an exaggerated sigh. "Oh, definitely." Mazikeen said sarcastically. "The bathroom didn't clean itself like it's supposed to,"

Hamish gave a chuckle. "How rude of the bathroom to do that," He said. "Shall I go in there and have a word with it?" Hamish was trying to look serious, but his mouth broke into a grin. Mazikeen gave a shake of her head. "No, I already dealt with it," She said.

"Well, good," He said, leaning over and planting a kiss on her forehead. "Because I want to spend some time with this girl whose been at my apartment,"

"Oh really?" Mazikeen said, looking at Hamish. "Who is she?" She asked, acting confused.

Hamish sighed and leaned back, looking at Mazikeen with gray-blue eyes alight with amusement. "Well, she's pretty and she's way out of my league, and she's smart," He said. "She's kind, considerate, and sarcastic," Hamish was now listing things, "-she cares a lot about her friends, and maybe even me, and she's resilient, and witty, and so darn beautiful," Hamish stopped, looking at Mazikeen and only a breath away now. "And she smells of bleach at the moment," He said, making Mazikeen laugh.

"You really mean that?" She asked. Hamish laughed. "Yes, you stink like bleach," He said as Mazikeen slapped his arm playfully. "Not that!" She said laughing. "What you said before,"

Hamish barked out a laugh, resting his forehead against hers. "Yes, I really do mean that," He whispered.

Mazikeen smiled at Hamish, giving him a kiss on his nose before getting up. "Guess I should go and shower, huh?" She said. Hamish gave a nod. "I'll be here," He said, watching her give him a coy look and walking away.

Hamish heard the shower start and the glass door shutting from where he was. He wanted to go in and shower with her, but he also didn't want to get up from where he was. He was so deep in thought—trying to decide if he wanted to get up or not—when Mazikeen was out of the shower. He was startled to see her standing there in a towel, her hair a curly wet mess.

To Hamish she looked beautiful; even with all the impurities on her skin. She gave a smile as she walked over to Hamish. He could smell her shampoo from here; it smelled sweet and sugary. It smelled like her. Hamish wasn't prepared to have Mazikeen straddling herself on his lap, but was grateful. After a long day this is what he wanted. Needed.

Mazikeen planted a kiss on Hamish's lips; he could taste minty toothpaste and mouthwash. Pulling away, Mazikeen sat back and gave him a suggestive look. Hamish knew that look so well that he didn't have to be told twice.

He picked her up and took her to his bedroom. He gave her a sly grin and tossed her on the bed from where he stood at the doorway.

Mazikeen was thrown onto the bed hard enough for the frame to shake and hit the wall. She barely had enough time to adjust herself before Hamish was on her, want clear in his eyes. Somewhere between the time he tossed her on the bed, closing the door, and crawling on top of her, Hamish had taken most of his clothes off, save for his jeans. Hamish had never felt so alive.