Prologue: Kisses by the Lake
Sarah’s POV
I never really gave much thought to my relationship with Zayn. I knew he was thoughtful. I knew he was a good kisser, and I mean a really good one, and I knew that he was a sweet and caring guy. I wouldn’t describe our love as a head over heels type of a thing. It happened slowly. I would see it as, instead of some people saying they practically fell off a cliff into love, I eased my way down the cliff, one step at a time.
Zayn and I met in freshman year and we were seated together for Chemistry. I guess that’s why Zayn and I always laugh when people say we have good chemistry together.
Every morning I come down to the lake and skip stones. I have my own very personal reasons for doing so. Zayn asks why, but I always deny him the answer. I’m just not comfortable. I know I should tell him why sometimes I find myself crying at the tip of the dock, or why I always wear the same converse shoes when I go down to the lake. I sort of hid that part of me from the world. In the morning, I’m vulnerable. I’m afraid, I’m stressed. I can’t help but wonder why I can’t let Zayn in. Why not? I love him, right?
Zayn has his arms wrapped around me as we sit in the hot sand by the lake. It was our favorite place to be. I kind of hated the water, but the view was breathtaking and I had a ritual of skipping stones. Zayn begins humming into my hair and I smile. I twist in his arms and press my lips to his. I shift so I’m facing him, sitting in the sand. Once I have better access, I fully kiss him, putting my palms on his chest and shoving him back. Our lips part and Zayn laughs as he falls back onto the sand, with me on top of him. We laugh until our laughter fades, then we just search each others eyes.
“Sarah?” He whispers, reaching up and tucking a loose strand of my blonde hair behind my ear.
“Mhmm?” I say as I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“Do you think…that we have a future together? Like you know…kids…marriage…any of that?”
I slowly sit up, and meet his eyes. I take a moment to answer. “I don’t know Zayn.”
Zayn’s lips pull into a small smile and he sighs. “I love you. So much.” He takes his hand, snaking them around my neck to gently pull my head down. He closes the gap between our faces, our foreheads touching. His dark brown eyes hold so much soul and passion, I quickly kiss him on the lips, then slide off of him.
“We should get going.” I breathe, “The sun’s going down.”
“That’s all the more reason why we should stay.” Zayn says, propping himself up on one elbow and turning to look at me.
I cock an eyebrow so he continues, tracing patterns in the sand with his finger lightly, “We can stay and watch the beautiful sunset, or we can talk for hours under the stars.”
I grin, “That sounds like a great idea.”
And that’s what we did.
