Boy With Love|COMPLETE|

TEN

Bloom turned her face away when he looked up and caught her eyes. She grabbed one of the pillows and covered her flushed face.

"I guess we are even now," she heard him say before he entered the bathroom.

She turned around when she heard the bathroom door close. She sighed in relief staring at the ceiling.

She reached for the Rubik's cube on his nightstand and tried to arrange the puzzle. Zayn's phone vibrated non-stop on the nightstand, she was tempted to take a peek but she resisted and blocked the sounds out.

Zayn came out a few minutes later drying his hair with a black towel, she was relieved when she saw he was wearing sweatpants. He took a glance at his phone when it vibrated again.

He came to sit next to her on the bed, he hung the black towel around his shoulders and picked up his phone. His thumbs tapped fast on his phone as he replied to all the messages.

It was the closest she had gotten to see his tattoos, she moved closer and studied each symbol and drawing inked on his skin.
His wet hair was still dripping water, she watched as a droplet rolled down his back.

"You know your hair is still wet right?" She told him.
He removed the towel around his shoulders and outstretched it for her to take.

She got the message and collected it, she stood on her knees behind him and wiped his hair soothingly while he typed on his phone.

She liked how smooth and glossy his curls looked, she wondered if it was natural. She finished drying his hair but she didn't pull away; instead, she dropped the damped towel and touched his hair. She ran her fingers through his curls loving the texture.

Zayn left the group chat and dropped his phone, he leaned closer to the movement of her hands, they felt so good. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment he knew won't last.

Bloom looked at his face, his eyes were closed. She didn't know what had gotten into her but she liked the boldness surging through her veins. She moved one hand to his face and traced every curve of his face with her fingertips, her eyes were glued on his lips. Would it be stupid of her to initiate the kiss?

As if he could feel her eyes on his lips, he opened his eyes and they locked with her dark eyes. He moved his hand to the nape of her neck and caressed her right cheek with his thumb. She tried to regulate her breathing as he stared at her slightly parted lips.

She waited for him to kiss her but he didn't, she drew closer desperate to feel his lips on hers. Their lips brushed against each other but he refused to kiss her, he pulled away and left the bed.

He didn't even kiss her yet she was breathless as she watched him walk to his work table leaving her alone on the bed. She bit her lips and laid on the bed feeling embarrassed at how desperate she was.

"When are you leaving for college?"
He suddenly asked.

"Next year," she replied looking at a family photo on the nightstand.
He didn't say anything afterward. She turned away from the photo and closed her eyes, soon she was fast asleep.

"Are you hungry?"
Zayn asked but no one answered.

"Bloom?" He called but got no answer. He turned around and found her fast asleep.

He stood up and walked to his wardrobe, he grabbed a t-shirt and his gun.
He took a glance at her, she looked cute with the big towel wrapped around her head. He was dying to kiss her but he knew he had to keep his distance from her. Why was she making it so difficult? He didn't expect her to return but here she was sleeping on his bed and wearing his clothes, a part of him was happy but the other part knew he needed to get rid of his feelings for her. He turned away and left the room.