LOVELORN

51|Yearning & broken restraints

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AS EXPECTED, everybody had ended up loving Zahir. He was an easy guy to get along with, always friendly and cracking a joke when the chance was given. Mai took a particular liking to him, which didn't surprise me either.

I'd managed to convince Zora to try a few of the scarier rides. As much as she complained about how the ride could suddenly collapse, or something of the sort, I could tell she was enjoying herself.

As it got darker outside, music performances started. Everyone agreed we wanted to check it out, so Zora and I abandoned our original plans to watch movies in favor of joining the rest of our friend group.

After getting some drinks, we found a place in the crowd. A rock band had already started playing. People were singing along and swaying to the music, the plethora of lights from the stage casting over everyone. Everyone was too caught up in their own thing, allowing Caio to show affection for his boyfriend without anybody staring. His arm moved to wrap around Zahir's waist, and he leaned into his touch.

Copying his move, I rested my hand on Zora's waist, the feeling of her bare skin sending tingles down my spine. She didn't protest, in fact, she inched closer, putting an arm around me too.

I wanted to kiss her, I had been wanting to kiss her all night. Seeing as I'd caught her glancing at my lips more than enough times during the night, I was pretty certain the feeling was mutual.

As much as I was enjoying the night, part of me wanted to go home so I could have her all to myself. I was desperate to have a taste of her again, without being stopped this time. Every time we had a moment, it was either cut short or one of us was holding back. I wanted to have all of her, completely unfiltered.

Zora was moving to the beat of the music, looking captivatingly at ease, yet remaining a hold on me. The crowd was somewhat overwhelming, but with Zora acting as a steadying anchor, I could almost pretend it was just the two of us.

We stayed for a few more songs. I only glanced over at the stage a couple of times, my gaze firmly locked on Zora the majority of the time. The heat of her body flush against my side and the feel of her skin, her body swaying, and the persistent blissful expression she was wearing, were combined dizzying.

"You ready to leave?" Zora asked, leaning forward so her mouth was just next to my ear, breath fanning over my face. I nodded, my mouth too dry to speak.

After informing our friends we were leaving, Zora took my hand and led me out of the mass of people. When we were far enough from the thud of the music that we could speak, Zora opened her mouth.

"Did you have a good time?" Zora asked, watching me like she was anxious for my response.

"I did, yeah," I reassured her, knowing she was worried I'd found it overwhelming. I wanted to add: It was okay because you were there. I couldn't focus on anything but you anyway.

She smiled in relief. "I'm glad. Despite nearly having a heart attack a few times, today was great."

I covered up a 'coward' with a cough, but she still heard me, gasping in mock offense.

"Not everyone has balls of fucking steel like you do."

"Clearly," I quipped.