Love, Romance And A Boy (bxb)

Part Five - Part One

Part Five - Part One

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My heart pounds against my chest as I wake, drenched in sweat, and feel warm breath against the back of my neck.

A sense of déjà vu washes over me. There's something heavy resting on my thigh.

Instinctively, I'm ready to turn and wake the person beside me, but as I realize I'm not in my own room — my sanctuary — I freeze.

I lie there, unmoving, staring up at the sterile white ceiling. The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of the television casting shadows across the walls. I run my hands over my face, trying to shake off the confusion and disorientation.

Beside me, Scott stirs, his arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer to him. His body heat is oddly comforting, yet unfamiliar in this context.

"Good morning, babe," he murmurs, his voice husky and intimate, sending a shiver down my spine.

I open my mouth to reply, but the words catch in my throat. I don't push him away, allowing myself to feel the warmth and closeness I've been missing. It's a reminder of a past love, someone I cherished deeply.

But I'm vulnerable now, and letting myself get attached to Scott will only invite more heartache. Still, I can't deny the comfort he brings, despite the complications.

Then, I feel something hard against the back of my thigh.

That's when I react, pushing myself away from him abruptly, creating space between us. "Okay, first of all, that can't happen again. And secondly, deal with your... issue. It's not something I need to deal with."

Scott remains unfazed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His gaze meets mine, apologetic and amused. "Sorry about that. I thought you were Jess," he explains casually, lifting the quilt to examine what caused my concern. "Oh, that — it's going to stick around for a while. Jess always helps me—"

"Okay, enough," I cut him off, covering my ears with my hands. "I don't need to hear about that right now."

He chuckles softly, running a hand through his tousled hair. Scott shifts to lie on his side, still watching me, his expression unreadable. "We should get up," he suggests, changing the subject. "Before your mother barges in and drags us out of bed."

I clutch the quilt tighter, seeking comfort in its warmth. "You should get up because I'm going back to sleep," I retort, feeling entitled to some rest after a sleepless night. "Wake me when the world ends and the animals take over."

Scott hums thoughtfully, his hand trailing up my leg. "How will I let you know when I'm about to perish with the rest of humanity? You'll be all alone, Zayn. Scary thought, huh?"

I roll my eyes, trying not to smile at his attempt to lighten the mood. "That's not the point. Don't be a smart ass."

Pushing his hand away as it creeps higher, I raise an eyebrow at him. Scott pouts playfully, but I can see the hint of a challenge in his eyes. The bed shifts as he moves closer, joining me under the quilt. "I'm staying right here."

"No!" I protest, more forcefully than I intended. With a swift kick, I send him tumbling off the bed with a resounding thud.

Scott groans in pain, and I can't help but laugh at the sight of him sprawled on the floor.