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angelina gómez | 12
i ring out the ends of my hair into the tub, watching the drops hit the remaining water as it slowly drains. the towel wrapped around my body keeps slipping out of its grip, so i give up on pulling it back up and let it fall to the ground. i hiss softly when the cold breeze of the room hits my skin. from behind me, i hear zayn curse softly. when i turn my head back, i see he's thrown on a pair of gray briefs which aren't very good at hiding his excitement. i quickly squeeze my legs together and begin to feel myself dampen just from seeing the outline of him.
"really?" i ask, amused. "again?"
zayn shrugs his shoulders as he sheepishly smiles at me. "i can' help it," he's inches away from me. "everything about you is so...breathtaking."
his hands trace down my body, following all the dips and curves which leave goosebumps right behind them. i can't tell if it's from his touch or the cold air, definitely a mixture of both.
"zayn." i murmur, resting my eyes when i feel his fingers skim across my most delicate part, the slickness increasing the friction of his thumb. "that feels so good."
"yeah?"
"god, yes."in a swift move, he grips my waist and carries me away into our bedroom.
"zayn!" i gasp, when his hand smacks my ass that happens to be right next to his face. he doesn't say anything back but i can guarantee he's got the most smug grin on his handsome face.
he tosses me onto the bed and i let out a giggle when i land onto the soft, cushioned mattress. no matter how many times we've made love, i still get shy and flustered from the way he's looking at me, like i'm the most beautiful thing he's ever laid eyes on. zayn grabs my ankles and pulls me to the end of the bed where he's standing. since my hair is still wet, there's pieces that cling to my face and body. he pushes them away and presses his mouth upon mine, groaning when i tighten my legs around his torso.
"let's," i say in between kisses. "get these off." i tug on the waistband of his underwear, becoming more desperate by the second.
it seems as though neither one of us was fully satisfied with our little moment in the tub.
as he shimmies out of them, throwing them somewhere behind him, i hear his cellphone begin to ring. the tone echoes down the hallway and into the room. i can only give one guess on who that must be. i roll my eyes and thankfully, he doesn't notice. neither one of us are bothered by the noise until it keeps vibrating and ringing, one after another. i'm growing agitated at the thought of camille feeling like she has the absolute nerve to call my boyfriend this much.
keep in mind, i'm a pacifier for the most part. i've never met anyone that didn't like me and if i did, i never paid them any attention and went on about my day. i'm excellent at avoiding conflict and keeping my cool. but when it comes to my man, camille is beginning to push nerves that have never been pushed before.
