"What if it was the prince who needed saving?"
Not receiving an ounce of love even in his childhood, he became heartless. His cold exterior scared people away, and not to mention his detached, unemotional personality. Haunted by his past, he was use...
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His hand rests on my waist and mine of his rigid shoulder. I admit I was a little hesitant to hold his hand because I knew what it would do to my heart. It did exactly what I'd expected and more.
His left hand gently brushes my waist and his right one feels warm under my palm. He smells of expensive cologne. Like, that stuff smells Expensive with a capital E.
With every move of his body, that little cross earring on his ear seems to sway. I wanna touch it.
I shouldn't. But I want to.
"A thousand years of living have made you a really good dancer, huh?" I tease, laughing when he narrows his green eyes at me.
Didn't they tell us don't rush into things, didn't you flash your green eyes at me?
I shake my head to get that song out of my mind. He notices, of course. "Do you usually do that when your mind drifts off to somewhere you don't want it to?" He asks, his left hand moving towards my armpits.
I'm ticklish and if he keeps doing that, I'm going to punch him in the face.
"I mean, duh. It gets the job done, usually" he hmms in thought and pulls my body closer to his own. I stop breathing.
He leans down to whisper in my ear. His voice is succulent. So freaking sweet. "I've never settled for just getting the job done, Iris" his eyes flash with mischief.
"Zane, you're drunk" I tell him once I feel like it's getting a little too hot in here. His nose brushes against the sensitive skin just behind my ear.
"Never too fucking drunk for you"
"I can't wait to tell you what you did tonight. You're gonna hate yourself tomorrow" I grin, trying to hide the fact that I am, indeed, hot and bothered.
He chuckles a little before grabbing my waist roughly and almost lifting me off the ground. Our noses touch and this time, I don't have the courage to say boop'
"You're so, so incredibly beautiful" he pulls his face away a little to look me in the eye.
I chuckle awkwardly, my neck drenched and a bead of sweat on my brow.
"You're pretty, too" I exhale loudly. I want this dance to last forever and at the same time, I wanna go outside to get some air. I don't know what I want.
Okay, Elena Gilbert.
God, I need to stop with these stupid references at a time like this.
He hmms, burying his face in my hair that's currently drenched in sweat, too.
"You're so fucking hectic and beautiful at the same time. Fuck, you're everything"
At this point, sweat's dripping down my thigh and my friendly neighbour down there feels a lot more moister than I remember it being.
