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❝Death is inevitable. It's a promise made to us at birth.❞
Arielle is a studious young woman striving to be a chef. Her life is full of going to class, reading textbooks, and hanging out with her friends, until she meets Zayn. Zayn's an...
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➳ ARIELLE'S POV
"Y'know what? I've got an idea."
"And what would that be?" I question as Zayn's hand suddenly grasps my thigh, and he squeezes lightly while leaning over to rip the strawberry I was holding right out of my hand. He tosses it in his mouth and gives me a playful smirk when I release a sound of objection. He places a soft kiss to my lips as he laughs and then stands from his stool.
"I'll get dressed and then we'll get going, yeah?"
I stand from my own stool, turning to face him. "Where are we going?" I ask, a little too nervous about the surprise. He stares down at me, grabbing a loose piece of hair that's fallen out of my ponytail and tucking it behind my ear.
"Are we a lil' nervous, babygirl?"
"Why's it a big secret?" I wrap my arms loosely around his waist as I wait for an answer. "Hm?"
"It's not," he teases. "You're just Anxious Arielle."
"Anxious Arielle?" I fake a pout. "I am not anxious. Just excited to spend the day with you."
He chuckles softly. "May I go get dressed now?"
"What if I don't want you to get dressed?" I mumble into his chest.
"What was that?" He asks, hands roaming up the back of his shirt which is the only thing I'm wearing other than my panties.
"What if I don't want you to get dressed?" I repeat, roaming my own hands up and down his bare chest.
"Well, what if I don't want you to get dressed? I reckon I quite enjoy the sight of you wearing my shirt." His hands move downwards until he's groping my ass again and I instantaneously begin to feel my cheeks flushing, so I hide my face in his shoulder.
He used to always say that to me. I'm glad some things haven't changed.
In a way that I hate to admit, I don't entirely know if I like or understand where we are in our relationship. I believe right now we don't have a romantic relationship, but are two friends that have crushes on each other. Granted, I'm in love with him, but that's not entirely the point here.
We're all touchy-feely lately. It's almost like when we were at our happiest. Zayn was always touchy with me, and he always flirted a little here and there and it was good. But the part that's scaring me right now is that we almost seem to be at that point currently. It hasn't even been twenty-four hours since I told him I love him, and things feel entirely different. I don't know if I expect him to be a little more distant—just because it's almost like we're getting to know one another again, so technically, we shouldn't be at this point for weeks yet—or if I'm scared that once we go through everything again things will change for the worst.
