CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
point of view | yasmine alaoui
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"anything you would like to eat?" zayne asked motioning for me to follow him. he stepped into a room, the kitchen, and flicked on the light. i followed after him stepping into the room, "we got dr. pepper. you want one?"
"ooo," i answered, "yes please."
he pulled open the fridge and reached in taking out a 12 fl oz can and handed it to me.
"thank you." i answered taking it from his hands.
the condensation of the can wetting the palm of my hand as i held it. he pulled out a coke and then walked past me to the pantry in the corner of the kitchen.
"we have snacks here," he said waving me over, "come get something."
"no," i said shaking my head feeling guilty, "no, im good."
he frowned at me, "get yo ass over here."
i giggled and he thinned his lips and motioned me to go over to him.
"im good," i reassured him, "really."
"you'll be even better after eating some chips," he countered, "come here."
i obliged and walked over to him. he threw his arm over my shoulder and dragged me to his side.
"really, zayne," i restated, "im good."
"you're not," he argued, "not until you choose a snack to eat."
"what are you getting?" i asked him.
his eyes glossed over the variety and very neatly organized pantry. his tongue slipped from between his lips for a moment before he wiggled the fingers of his hand that wasnt resting on my shoulder. his drink condensation was beginning to seep through my shirt as his arm was draped over my shoulder.
"mmmm," he hummed leaning forward extending his arm, "these."
he clutched a bag of takis in his hand and turned to me with a smile.
"can i get the same thing then?" i asked him.
he squinted his eyes at me for a moment.
"mmm, no." he answered
i laughed sighing dramatically, "zayne!"
"what?" he laughed, "what is it?"
"i want the takis." i told him and he smiled at me.
he handed me his and then reached for a different bag to hold in his hand. i took the bag from his hand and held it in my hands as well as the dr. pepper.
"you wanna head to the mall now or later?" he asked me removing his arm from my shoulder, "im down for what you want."
i smiled looking at him for a long moment.
"i love how comfortable he is with me now," i thought proudly, "he looks so okay with me being with him."
"um we can chill here for a little." i told him.
he nodded and opened his coke can and started out the kitchen, "wanna see my computer set up?"
"yeah," i answered following after him, "i do."
i followed him up the stairs and he took a left into a room. my nerves spiked once he stepped out of the way letting me in. my eyes looked around the dimly lighted room. his room was dark. the vibe and color of things were as well. not depressing dark, jus simply dark. his bed sat in the middle by a night stand with a tiny rug. his windows were covered with black curtains keeping out all light. zayne walked over and turned on his lamp on his night stand on illuminating the room better.
"my room." he stated tossing his taki bag on his bed and taking a sip from his coke.
i inhaled slowly admiring how the room carried the same masculine scent his clothes did. i noticed he dropped his shoulders as if being hit with a wave of tiredness.
"its nice." i answered and shut the door behind me.
he smiled and patted his bed to which i stepped forward sitting at its edge. he sat forward and gently grabbed my arms. i stumbled getting to my feet as he pulled me towards him. my heart skipped a beat.
"he was acting different," i thought sitting close to him, "he was so confident. it was so attractive. he was so attractive."
"you're not gonna nerd over your computer set up
for me?" i asked him.
he groaned and patted his sheets.
"come here." he mumbled due to the fact his face was smushed into his pillow.
"i think the led lights it has are pretty cool." i commented looking over at it.
i walked over to the side of his bed and placed my drink and chips on his night stand. my hand on my hip now; i glared at the now sleepy boy.
"lay with me." he mumbled quietly.
he flipped his face towards me. his lashes fluttered closed concealing my glaring face from him. i looked at him carefully. his face looked calm. i stepped closer to the bed and leaned over cupping his cheek.
"are you tired?" i asked him, keeping my voice low.
he peeped one of his eyes open and smiled at me. his hand held my hip which he tugged on causing my body to flop onto his.
"ahh," i cried out followed by his laugh, "zayne- you cheese head-"
"lemme jus lay with you." he responded adjusting me so i was laying between his strong legs.
i felt his legs close around me tighter. i looked down and could see his quads through his jeans. his knees were bent in the position we were laying in. i hesitated before laying my head on his shoulder, under his chin. his arms slowly wrapped around my waist sending a wave of butterflies to my stomach. his head leaned down; his cheek pressed against the side of my head.
"do you wear the same perfume everyday?" he asked me and i felt blush spread along my cheeks.
"how was he so okay with ... doing this? " i asked myself, "i never cuddled before ... do i jus sit here? "
"um yeah," i answered relaxing a little, "i do."
"lavender and vanilla?" he questioned.
"what the hell? " i scoffed, "how the hell did he know that? "
"yeah," i answered feeling a smile tug on my lips, "thats the scent."
"i like it." he said softly.
"yeah?" i asked him quietly.
"yeah," he confirmed, "i uh ... i like you too."
my cheeks heated up at his words.
"yeah?" i asked again.
his deep chuckle sounded near my ear, "yeah, i do."
"i um," i stammered feeling very shy all the sudden, "i like you too."
he hummed in respond and his head sunk lower, his hum began to trickle against and down my neck. he hugged me tighter. my head fell back. my neck making light contact with his lips. my heart sunk to my feet as my entire body went hot.
"oh my God ..." i thought shutting my eyes, "oh my ..."
then he kissed me. so gently i nearly missed the sound of his lips pressing against my skin. then he kissed me again. his lips caressing my skin with such gentleness i nearly melted. the hairs on my arms stuck up as he slowly trailed tiny delicate kissed around my neck and under my ear.
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authors note: dabi is so fine.
