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Heaven is a place on earth with you
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The next morning dawned with an eerie calmness, a stark contrast to the chaos of the previous day. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I woke up nestled in Zayn's arms, his steady breathing a comforting rhythm against my back. For a moment, the world outside seemed distant, and the weight of our reality felt less burdensome.
But as the events of the previous day resurfaced in my mind, I knew that the peace was temporary. We had a formidable enemy to confront, and we needed to be prepared. I hated this feeling, waking up next to this amazingly perfect man but then realising the fucked reality, where calmness, peace were an ailen concepts. My headaches, heart palpitations have been killing me from inside. I wanted peace but then my life had already decided something awesomely opposite than peace.
I sighed and carefully extricated myself from Zayn's embrace and tiptoed to the window, gazing out at the peaceful nature below. This bare minimum peace was enough along with Zayn and others for me to survive as long as possible.
Lost in my thoughts that I didn't realise when Zayn stirred behind me, his arm tightening around my waist as his eyes fluttered open. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice husky and thick with sleep. I heart was really fragile to this deep voice. His warm breath tickled the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“Morning, Zayn”
His lips brushed softly against my shoulder, the lingering warmth of the night before still evident in his touch. "You look lost in thought," he whispered, his hand gently tracing circles on my hip.
I turned to face him, our bodies still entwined. His gaze was intense, filled with a mix of concern and desire that made my heart race. "Just thinking about everything," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "About what's ahead."
Zayn's fingers trailed up my spine, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "We'll get through this," he murmured, his lips finding mine in a slow, tender kiss. The world outside might be falling apart, but in this moment, with him, everything felt right.
That was it, my profound sense of peace—I could share with him every wild idea my brain concocted, and he would never judge me. I could wear the most hideous outfit, and he would still appreciate me, seeing beauty where others saw none. Our connection was beyond superficial appearances or societal norms. He valued the essence of who I was, not just the image I presented to the world. With him, I felt a freedom I had never known before. No matter how bizarre my thoughts or eccentric my actions, my fucking IED, he embraced them all with an open heart and an understanding smile. It was this unwavering acceptance that made me feel truly seen and loved, allowing me to be my most authentic self without fear or hesitation. And this time, I wouldn't lie to myself anymore. I wouldn't deny that I loved him. He and his fucked up family cured me, saved me, made me something I thought I would never become.
His hands roamed my body, each touch igniting a spark of electricity between us. I melted into him, letting the fear and uncertainty slip away, replaced by a burning need to be close to him. Our movements synchronized, each kiss deepening with a fervor that made my heart race. Bodies pressed closer, as if we were trying to erase any space between us, to become one. The world outside faded away, leaving only the intense connection we shared. Every caress, every whispered breath, intensified the passion that surged between us, creating a bond that felt unbreakable. In his arms, I found a sense of belonging, a home where I could be my true self, unguarded and completely vulnerable.
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BLOOD AND HEART
Mystery / Thriller"He had many people's blood on his hands and one woman in his heart." She woke up with a pounding headache, a strange tattoo, and memories of her family being brutally attacked. All because of the documents she stole. Now, protected by one of the wo...
