Disguise♔ z.m

Fifty two

Nora’s pov

His eyelashes flutter down at me, a different shade to his eyes glowing. I was about to tell him everything because really, it was never worth holding it all in.

     “Care for a dance?” His head tilts to the side and I can’t be happier he requested. His stubble briefly touches my cheek, leaving a burning sensation on my skin. My whole body is burning for him—this is all so wrong. Thinking about him is so wrong, touching him this way is so wrong. His body looks so fit in his tux, his tie perfectly tucked in. Hand in hand, we begin to sway, smoky eyes falling down on my lips. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“I wanted to talk about the kiss,” he spins me, “and how sorry I was for declining you that way.”

“Really?” His brows raise, and I know it’s hard to believe, but a sly smile forms, warming my heart this time.

“Really.”

“But you wanted to kiss me, didn’t you?” He pulls me in and slows down our rate of moving, his nose against mine, his other hand tightening around my waist.

“No.” I lie straight through my teeth, I guess he notices.

“Liar.” He spins me once more and I’m back to being against his chest. His both hands are now around my waist and my hands are on his front, forehead against forehead, and heart beating as one.

      I don’t know how long we dance under the moonlit sky, but it is beautiful and I never felt this way before. The way he looks at me is as the way every girl wants to be looked at. The way he holds me is hypnotizing and though I know this was wrong – somehow beginning to fall in love with your boyfriend’s mate- I know we’d be able to keep it a secret. Even after the party ends and people begin to leave with jolly voices, Zayn and I escape to the hill, where we both lay (I didn’t really care about my dress) and watch the stars, and somehow, we turn to face each other, feeling nothing but attraction and need to do something we know we shouldn’t.

“May I?” He cups my cheek. Despite the drinks he had taken, he is sane enough to ask for a permission to kiss me. I didn’t know what to say, but the softness in my facial features made him scoot closer and with care, press his lips against mine. My emotions erupt, my heart forgets how to beat, and my hands become numb, because all I begin to think about is his lips against mine. He climbs over me, his hand running down my stomach and back to my chest as our kiss deepens, blood rushing in our veins. “I am addicted to you.”

And so am I.

             

                            His body is against mine as we struggle to open the door, fumbling with keys and our kiss getting out of control. Hands all over each other, I use the wall support myself as he locks up and immediately gets me to the bed, my palm running through his sleek black hair and tugging on the ends as his mouth finds my neck, his pelvis settling between my legs. I feel so aroused when he marks my skin and I mark his, one piece of clothing after another dropping on the ground. We are burning as his skin mixes with mine, swollen lips and scattered sheets in the way.