Red as Wine (BXB)

17. Desperation

Z A Y N

Soaked - Shy Smith

"That's what scares me, Zayn. I'm not capable of hating you." 

When Aziz said those words, I felt as if the time had stopped, the world had stopped spinning and the air had stopped blowing. 

The words gave me a weird sense of familiarity. As if the words had been said before. 

Before I could think of what to reply to that, Aziz grabbed me by the nape as he pulled me closer. He looked into my eyes for a second before attaching his lips onto mine. The kiss felt like burst of emotions. 

It was as if he locked his answer in. The words seemed to have been engraved on my heart now.

I gently shut my eyes as I let myself melt into the kiss. It was all I needed right now. His touch. His soft lips on mine and his cold hand feeling every inch of me. 

The kiss was not so gentle and soft anymore, it was rather rough and desperate. As if he was as hungry for my touch as I was for his. This was mutual a desire, I came to realise. 

My hands move around his neck as I pulled him closer. I slowly stood up along with him to press my body against his. Just as I was into the kiss, Aziz slowly pulled away. 

"It's almost dark, soon. I have to go home." He breathed out. "What? I need more than this." I panted. I leaned in once again as I pressed my lips onto his. "Zayn, hold up." He pushed me away again, making me frown.

"I also want this, but I have to go. I have to greet my parents." He said. "Are you kidding me? You can't start this and then just bail." I whined. 

I pressed my body onto his, wanting to feel more of him. "You know you want it, so why not? We can take it to my house." I suggested, tracing his chest through his white shirt with my hands. "I told you I have to be at home soon." He said in a deep voice.

He threw his head back as he gripped my waist tighter. "Stop." He breathed out. "Do you really want me to?" I smirked as I placed gentle kisses on his neck. "No." He whispered, now looking into my eyes.

"Can't we go to yours, then?" I suggested. "My parents are at home." He leaned closer to me, digging his face in the crook of my neck. "It's okay. They like me, anyway. I can greet them too." I said.

"Not a bad idea." He spoke as he continued to caress me under my shirt. "Hey, for that idea to go through we have to get to your house first." I said as I pushed him away. 

"True." He grinned before attaching his lips on mine. "Why are you so addictive?" He spoke in between the kiss. I wanted to continue but managed to hold myself back and pushed him away.

"Let's go, already. We can continue this at home." Aziz pouted but started walking towards his moped nonetheless. He handed me the helmet as he started the cross. 

It didn't take us that long before we reached his house. As soon as we opened the door, we heard Arsal run from the kitchen to us. "Aziz is finally home!" He exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around Aziz's knees.

"Oh, Zayn is here too!" He smiled brightly before hugging me as well. I picked him up in my arms before taking off my shoes. "Yes. Did you miss me, baby?" I asked Arsal, pecking him on his cheek. 

"Of course." He giggled as I laughed with him. Aziz also took off his shoes and we walked towards the kitchen. "Zayn is also here." Aziz told his parents as they came into view. 

His mother was wearing a long, red dress and her hair tied in a neat bun. His dad was wearing a black button down with black dress pants. "Oh, hello Zayn!" His mom smiled brightly at me. "What brings you here, dear?" His dad asked as he put down his phone.