BIRDIE | NH |

SIXTEEN

Wren

Niall.

Thoughts swarm my brain as his arm lays across my waist, holding me close to him as his forehead rests against the base of my neck.

Slow and steady breaths send waves upon waves of goosebumps across my skin while his palm rests against my stomach, those talented fingers spread across my skin and brushing the underside of my breasts.

He holds me close to him as if the last thing he could even fathom is letting me go.

When I finally went to sleep last night I just expected to wake up in the morning and go about my day as if I was fine.

That's what I told Niall— That I was fine.

But I wasn't and he knew it.

To be honest, Niall knows me almost better than I seem to know myself.

So when the edge of the bed dipped and there he was, the man with the blue eyes that saw me for everything that I was and everything I didn't think I was, it took everything in me not to let tears fall down my cheeks.

"You needed me."

Such simple words but the meaning of them traveled straight to the middle of my chest.

A place that Niall has carved out his own place in.

God, when did we let ourselves get here?

The way Niall made me feel last night as we finally let that last wall between us crumble, to let each other see each other at our most bare, every single part of us fitting together as if there was no other place they should have ever been.

Not to mention the way he worshiped my body. That alone was something I don't even know if I've even started to process.

Nobody has ever said things like that to me or knew exactly what I wanted without me having to try and tell them or just do it myself. I've always been with partners who seek their own pleasure more than mine or even partners who wouldn't have dared to say the things that Niall said to me last night.

Just thinking about it makes me have to clench my thighs because good fucking god, that mouth.

I mean, when we were in the shower and he said—

"I can practically hear you thinking, Birdie." His voice is low and rough, like gravel on a sunny day. "Care to share with the class."

Shaking my head, I feel his lips curve into a grin along the bare skin of my shoulder before his lips leave a scorching heat behind. "No."

"Please?" He begs.

That hand on my stomach moves, deft fingers brush across my nipples, making them pebble under the touch.

Biting my bottom lip to try my best to stifle the moan that wants to slip free, I push myself further into his arms. "I don't want to talk right now."

A low laugh falls from him, the sound vibrating against my back. "Is that so?"

Before I can even think about responding he rolls us so that he hovers over me, resting on his forearms and letting the thin gold chain he always wears dangle between us.

I can't help but smile as he looks down at me with those deep blue eyes and the crooked grin that he reserves for me. "Nope, definitely not."

"What would you like to do then, hm?" Leaning down, Niall presses his lips to the base of my throat. "Are you going to tell me or let me figure it out?"