The way he kissed me |MICA|

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We laid in the bed, just staring at each other. His fingers ran through my hair before kissing my forehead and then my nose, an next my lips.

The taste of Vodka lingered on our tongues as they moved together as one. I would never admit it to him, but I was enjoying this, probably more than I should have.

I felt his hand caress my bare leg, moving further up with with each stroke. Zayn moaned into our deep kiss, his hands moved up my body. He broke the kiss, kissing down my bare chest. He stopped right at my hip bone, Clamping his lips down as he sucked on the thin skin that laid there.

I'd probably have a hickey there in the morning, "Zayn," I said in a low whisper, as i grabbed hold of his thick hair to contain my self. he came from under the cover to meet my face for another kiss, "You ready for round 2?" He smiled as I felt a hand place on my chest and the other gripped to back of my neck as we went into intense make-out.

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