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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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➳ ZAYN'S POV
"Oh, my God, Zayn, look!" Arielle points to this giant cliff side along the side of the ocean, eyes wide and excited.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" I ask, tightening my one arm around her waist to bring her closer to me.
I can't help but think otherwise. I've seen something more beautiful, and that something would be Arielle. I believe this vacation has brought us closer. Even though it's only been two days, I honestly believe it's strengthened our relationship. But that's guaranteed to happen when you spend twenty-four hours a day with a person in paradise.
The thing is, though, that I truly think I'm beginning to fall for her.
I'm not sure if it's because emotionally I'm not in a stable place, or if feelings are developing quickly because of how perfect this vacation has been, but I'm not fighting the emotions. In fact, I'm welcoming them with open arms.
She really does seem like the perfect woman, and I honestly do want to spend plenty more time with her. Most of all, I want to remember everything about her that I knew before my accident. I desperately wish to regain the good and the bad—anything, really.
"Zayn?" Arielle asks, placing a hand to my chest to capture my attention. She puts her champagne glass down against the railing and giggles at me.
"Hm?" I hum, clueless as to what she asked. I can't focus on anything but her whenever she's around. She's fucking intoxicating.
"I asked if you thought the driver would let us jump off the back," She gives me a big smile, running a hand along my jawline.
This morning I woke up to Arielle under the sheets and between my legs giving me head. After I came, I reciprocated—thrice—and we were effectively late for our scheduled boat tour.
The captain wasn't very pleased with our tardiness, but I was paying him, so he didn't say much. We were quickly puttering across the waves with alcohol in our glasses and stunning landscapes in front of us to discover.
Arielle seemed to really be enjoying herself. Every time a massive cliffside appeared, or a giant school of fish swam alongside the boat she was just in awe. She'd call out my name and point at whatever it was that had stolen her attention, staring at it with wide eyes while curling tighter into my side.
"I don't know, babe. He's probably still pissed that we were late this morning," I comment, internally smirking at the memory of Arielle cumming on my tongue while fisting the sheets in euphoria.
She blushes, hiding her face in my chest. "Can't you just ask?" I sigh, looking down at my champagne glass in my right hand. "Please," She whines, pressing her lips against mine gently.
