Twice in a Lifetime (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 83. Dream.

Chapter 83

Mia's POV

I was sitting on my bed, rereading my mother's old copy of Sense & Sensibility when my door creaked open exposing a dark, handsome shadow with a sinister smirk on his face. That shadow turned out to be the only man who claimed he hated me - Zayn. He took a step in, never breaking his stare as he leaned his back against the door, shutting it.

"Can I help you?"

He didn't answer. He only inched closer, each step making my stomach twist into knots. How could he look so damn gorgeous with just a white tee shirt and fitting black jeans on. I would never understand.

Zayn stopped when he reached the bedside, just standing there, keeping his gaze on me. The amorous grin gradually faded, and for a moment, he looked .. apologetic. Slowly, he leaned downward, one hand reaching across me and the other on the head board, horribly cornering me. I wanted to demand that he leave but my lips refused to move being to anxious and afraid at what he was going to do. When I looked up, my eyes immediately fixed on those lips, only a dust's distance from mine as my mind travellled back to the last time he kissed me. It seemed like years ago. His tongue brushed his bottom lip and my urge to have him spiraled out of control, a burning sensation brewing in the pit of my stomach, my heart beating hard against my chest.

My flight response was to run - and so I did. I swiftly slipped under his trap and jumped off the bed, heading in the direction of the door when a strong hand gripped my wrist, jerking me backwards. My bum met his front while his arms encircled around my entire body, locking in my arms, his brace tightening. My struggle to escape was hopeless, his adamant embrace sucking every ounce of my strength out of me. I reminded him that Waliyha was in the next room but he ignored me. No matter how many excuses I came up with, it only seemed to empower him.

"Don't think about it, Mia," he whispered into my ear, his tickling breath only adding fuel to the fire. "You think way too much.."

I felt his nose nuzzle against the crook of my neck, those burning lips of his leaving a streak of tender kisses along my collar bone, all around my shoulder as he softly found his way around back up to my jawline, each feather-like touch leaving my legs in a tremble. It was impossible to fight him, each cell in my body ached for his touch, his embrace.

He turned me around and in less than a second, his lips found mine, his large hands cupping each side of my face. His hands roamed down my sides to the back of my thighs, and instinctively, I let myself fall, knowing that he'd lift me up as my legs wrapped around his fitted waist. For a moment, my eyes opened, to take in the beauty of this man, and so did his, both of us just staring. My hands placed themselves on his cheeks and I pushed myself upward to give him a kiss on the forehead, then on his cheek, then the other. Then finally a delicate brush of our lips as he manuevered us down to the bed.

I felt the duvet up against my back and watched him pull his shirt over him, each muscle flexing at the simple movement. In seconds, he was on top of me, his face barely inches away from mine as his fingers tucked a piece of a hair away from my face.

"I .. hate you..." He mouthed, his devilish eyes telling me nothing but the truth.

His chilling words caused me to wake in a sitting position, and I found myself in the familiar guest room of Zayn's place. It was just a dream. I let out a sigh of relief.

Did I almost have a sex dream about Zayn?

Oh god.

The talk with Waliyha must have been the reason for this.

I looked over to the alarm clock and saw that it was around seven in the morning. When I realized my growing thirst, I headed over to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of ice cold water. I looked across the kitchen and in my view was a familiar photo frame on the stand at the end of Zayn's couch. It couldn't be.