Letting Yourself Fall
Zayn: He’s quiet, and so are you for once. The only sounds between you are gentle breathing and the light sound of lips pressing to soft skin. His lips are at your ear, your cheeks, your neck, your lips too, and he’s just so sure, so kind. No words are shared in the dark, but thoughts are, in kisses and touches and breaths. His breathy chuckle fills your mind when he sees the blush on your cheeks, the way your hands shake as he kisses your jaw, and he knows then that he loves you, and he can only hope you do too. And you do.
