Love, Romance And A Boy (bxb)

Part Twenty

Part Twenty

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Under the vast, open sky, with the world feeling impossibly small around us, I finally speak up. "I thought I was the only one feeling this way," I admit, my voice trembling with raw honesty. "I didn't want to tell you because I was terrified of losing my sister. She'd never forgive me. But I can't help how I feel. It's impossible."

A palpable weight lifts from my shoulders, and I exhale in relief. This burden has been gnawing at me for so long, and I'm grateful Scott voiced his feelings first.

It would have been so much more awkward if I had confessed, only to find he didn't feel the same way.

Scott pulls me into his embrace, his arms circling my lower back with a warmth that stirs an undeniable joy within me. I loop my arms around his neck, feeling his breath against my skin, igniting a fire that I can't ignore. When something hard presses against my thigh, I pull back slightly, glancing down at him.

His arousal is evident through his jeans, and though his cheeks flush a soft pink, he shrugs nonchalantly. "What can I say?" he grins. "Big boner for the beautiful boy?"

I burst into laughter, and he pulls me closer, his mouth near my ear, whispering sweet nothings that make me smile even wider. His lips brush the tender skin below my ear, sending shivers throughout my body.

I tilt my head, granting him better access to my neck. He places soft kisses there, making me marvel at how surreal it is to be kissing someone on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.

He trails kisses along my jaw until his lips hover just inches from mine. "Fuck," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "You make me feel so good, so happy."

As he presses his lips to mine, the kiss is tender and reassuring. His hands find their way to my behind, pulling me closer to him. I gasp as his touch surprises me, and Scott, ever aware, grins against my lips.

His tongue slips under my bottom lip, and I welcome him to explore my mouth. He gently bites my lip, pulling it softly, and as the kiss deepens, a whirlwind of emotions overwhelms me.

It's pure euphoria. When he finally pulls away, I ache for his touch, immediately missing the warmth of his lips.

"Fuck, Zayn," he murmurs, burying his face in the crook of my neck. "Why do you make me so happy?"

His words catch me off guard. I close my eyes, letting his tender kisses guide my heart. Scott draws back, cupping my face and scattering kisses all over it. I giggle at his playful affection.

"I've never felt this way about anyone before," he confesses, his brown eyes locking with mine. "You make me happy just by smiling. My heart races when you're this close. And by the way, you're a fantastic kisser."

I blush and turn my gaze away. "I'm happy too, Scott. But what does this mean? What about Jess? What about my mother? This feels so wrong. I don't know—"

He silences me with another kiss. "Don't worry about that," he says, his eyes sparkling. "We have each other. That's all that matters, right?"

I nod, and he leans in for another kiss.

"Let me enjoy this," he murmurs between kisses. "Because, damn, I can't get enough of you."

Scott pulls back slightly, his eyes softening as he looks at me. We stand there, hand in hand, the warmth of his touch still lingering between us. I don't want to let go of his hand. It fits perfectly in mine.

"You know," Scott says with a gentle smile, "I've been thinking about all the things I want to share with you. Not just right now, but in the future. I imagine us exploring new places together, making each other laugh, and just being with you."

I squeeze his hand, feeling a comforting connection. "Like what?" I ask, curious about his dreams.

"Well," he begins, "I've always wanted to try cooking a fancy dinner just for us. You'd be my taste tester, of course. And imagine us taking a spontaneous road trip, no destination in mind, just seeing where the road takes us."

I grin at the thought, imagining us laughing over burnt dishes or getting lost in the middle of nowhere, but always having each other.

"And," Scott continues, his gaze growing more serious, "I want to be the kind of person who supports you in everything you do. I want to be there for you during the tough times and celebrate with you during the good ones."

His words resonate deeply, and I feel a surge of affection. "That sounds amazing, Scott. I want that too. I want us to build something real together. Without any worry."

He nods, his smile widening. "We will. I promise. And while we take it one step at a time, just know that every moment with you is something I cherish. You make everything feel more vibrant and alive."

I lean in, resting my forehead against his. "I feel the same way. I never imagined finding someone who makes me feel this way."

Scott's fingers gently trace patterns on the back of my hand. "We don't have to figure everything out right now. We can just enjoy the moment, be here for each other, and let everything else fall into place. Who knew?"

We stand there, savoring the quiet, our hands intertwined, knowing that whatever comes next, we'll face it together.

"Let's make a pact," Scott says softly. "To be honest with each other, to keep dreaming big, and to never lose sight of what we have."

I nod, feeling a deep sense of commitment and hope. "Agreed. Here's to us and the future we'll build."

He gives my hand a final, reassuring squeeze, and we stand together, ready to embrace whatever the future holds, hand in hand.

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