Red as Wine (BXB)

14. Confusion?

A Z I Z 

Friends - Chase Atlantic

The morning sun woke me out of my beautiful dream. I rubbed my eyes as I slowly looked around. I was in my room, of course.

The same white curtains, the same black nightstand, and the same boy-

Wait, what? The same boy? I jerked up and sat straight.

It was Zayn, lying peacefully on my bed. He breathed in and out ever so calmly as his brown hair covered a bit a bit of his eyes.

The view was so pure I didn't want it to be gone. Yet, I stretched my hand out to touch his soft, shiny hair that was tempting me to stroke them aside.

His eyes were shut as his eyelashes slightly fluttered.

Adorable.

Before I knew it, a small smile made it's way up my lips. I let my guard down as I tilted my head and got a nice view of the boy beside me.

My blanket covered just above his chest as his shoulders were and collarbone was still in view.

My gaze lingered for longer and I saw those small hickeys I had made last night.

I felt my face heat up as the memories of last night flooded my brain.

We fucked. And he wanted it.

It wasn't only pleasant memories, but also doubts that he'd regret it again. I didn't want him to. I wanted him to think of last night as a good memory, not something he regrets.

I patiently waited as I stared at his face, hoping to wake him up by my focused gaze. Not even a minute later, Zayn slowly moved. His nose scrunched as he rubbed his eyes. I wanted to take a picture and keep it forever. 

But why? Why do I find him so cute?

Zayn fluttered his lashes before completely opening his eyes. "Good morning." I smiled. He hesitated a bit and my heart started beating faster. What if he regrets it again? What if he hates me now?

"Morning." He muttered before hiding his face in the blanket. I let out a breath of relief. 

I tilted my head to look at Zayn, whose face wasn't even visible due to the fact that he had hidden his face in the blanket. I chuckled. 

"Shy much?" I teased. "Shut up." A muffled voice came from inside the blanket as I laughed. "You weren't this shy last night as you asked me to fuck you harder." I said nonchalantly. Zayn jerked out of the blanket as he glared at me.

"I did not." He protested, his face flushed. "Oh yeah? Are you sure?" I leaned in closer, a smirk on my lips. I saw him gulp before he moved his gaze away from my eyes.  It lingered on my lips before moving further down to my collarbone and chest.

"Like what you see?" I smirked. "You're talking as if you weren't practically devouring me last night." He scoffed. I was taken aback at his bluntness as the heat rose to my cheeks.

And here I thought I had the upper hand.

"Aziz! Zayn!" A small voice was heard from outside the room. 

Arsal.

"I'll be right there, baby." I shouted before getting out of bed. I opened my closet and put on any clothes I could find and went to open the door from my brother. I had forgotten about the fact that Zayn was still undressed.

"Aziz!" Arsal exclaimed as soon as I opened the or and hugged me. I broke into a grin as I picked him up. "Good morning, Arsal." He giggled in my arms. "Good morning." He spoke before he glanced at my bed.