FOREIGN REIGN

Kiss me

Hi there,
My name is Paige Schuster.
I am 17 years old.
I have one stubborn brother and an amazing dad.
If you are listening to this you're looking for Zayn Booker.
Why? Because he was the last....

"Damn it, Princess! Will you quit it!" He says in frustration and parks the car along some dirt road.
"I would be done if you didn't interrupt me every damned time," I grumble unfastening my seatbelt.
He sweeps his hand through his hair and that thing starts again.
What thing you may ask.
The thing that has been happening in my stomach since we were in the supermarket getting groceries. That thing I feel when he gives me that prolonged intense stare. That thing where I can't breathe nor talk like a normal person.
I am no fool, though.
I know it is attraction that I feel. But you would too. This is Zayne Booker we are talking about. He is the definition of beautiful. He is everything a guy could be and to be honest, I wouldn't mind being with....

What! Wait a minute! What am I talking about!
That we are attracted to Zayne. We have always been so please don't make a fuss!
You don't get it! This guys thinks he owns us! 

You and I know how you felt when he said that. Our reaction in our room wasn't really translating to "I am not attracted to you" either. 

"Paige, please." He is standing beside me with my door open and his hand held out.
"What?" I ask since I heard nothing he said before.
"Come with me," his voice is so low but his eyes are pleading and I just can't really resist that.
"On one condition," I take his hand.
"Anything," he says helping me down. I am standing right in front of him. So close that our shoes are touching. He keeps his hand on my waist and uses the other one to push my hair off my face.
For one second I forget what I wanted to say when our eyes meet.
"You give me a piggy back ride back," I whisper.
Something about how he holds me has a shiver going up my spine. His green eyes don't make it any better yet I can't tear mine from his.
His hand tightens making our chests touch and I can't help but lay my hand on his jacket.
"Deal," he smiles, "just like old times."
He holds my hand and leads me away from the Jeep.

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We've been walking for 15 minutes now and it's only getting darker. I am a little afraid and unsteady. My feet are killing me but the heat from Zaynes hand is heavenly. Every time I slow down his hand squeezes mine just a little as if to say we are almost there. I look at his face as we walk on and find myself staring at him. I can see him smirking at me but I can't do anything than have a tomato red face. God! I hate it that I blush that easy.

"Where are we going?" I ask for the hundredth time but he won't answer. I keep mum until we get to a small wooden pier right outside an old abandoned beach house. He walks through the house to the end of the deck and sits. I join him when he pats the spot beside him.

"Why did you bring me here?" I ask removing my shoes. I promise I am not putting them back on. I massage my feet lightly before releasing them.

"I am sorry, Paigey. I am sorry that I can't seem to stay away. I am sorry that I seem to hurt you every time I get close to you. I am sorry that you have to put up with me even when you don't want to. I am sorry because I tried to stay away and it did not work. I tried to forget about you while I was gone, trust me, I did. But every time I got close to a girl I remembered how easily irritated you are and how much I love it. They couldnt give me that. None of those girls gave me what I wanted. So when mom said we were coming back, I couldnt get any sleep. I just thought how I would have you and Adrian back. Buy you couldn't remember my name and it almost crushed me," he stops and laughs almost sarcastically.

I cant speak and my chest is about to explode. Zayne Booker, wait! The Zayne Booker is talking about nobody else but me. The Zayne Booker missed me. He just said that to me! No! It cannot happen. He is only my brothers best friend. Him and I dont even fit into one sentence.

What are you saying, Zayne? I ask standing up and hopping down from the deck. I want to move away but he's up in a swift second and already grabbing my hand.

"I know it is too much to hear especially after I put you through hell but I don't want us to fight no more. I dont want you to ignore me," he pushes my hair back and cups my cheek. I want you to always be free with me. I want you to hang out with me. I want you to talk to me. I have always tried to make you talk but you always end up annoyed. And I end up making the situation worse. But I cannot go back home without telling you all these things, Princess," he holds me really close that I can feel his breath on my lips. I can feel tingles up my spine and grab his jacket.

"Back there when I said you were mine, I meant it," he closes his eyes so tight and his hold on me tightens to almost painful. But I dont care.

I have never seen this Zayne before and I like him a lot better than the arrogant one. This one gives me butterflies in my stomach too but he is inviting and warm. He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes and looks deeply into mine. The hand cupping my cheek slides into my hair making me tilt my head backwards so I am looking right at him and cannot look away. "Fuck it, Princess. I want to kiss you right now. I want to kiss you so bad but you gotta say yes."

These are the times that I wish I was brave. Just a teeny tiny braver than I am. A little bit like Nessa because I would have kissed him. I would have outright told him, "Kiss me." I would have helped him have his way right here in the middle of nowhere. But I am not brave. I cannot kiss him. I cant help him have his way. The only thing I can do "C'mon, princess, am waiting for a damn answer," he says in a frustrated almost desperate tone.

My heart is in my mouth as I nod and tighten the fist grabbing onto his jacket. He is shocked when he sees my head bopping up and down as if he didnt expect it. Uncertainty is clear in his eyes but only for a second or two. And then his lips land on mine making both of us hissing at the contact before we lock em lips. I place both my hands on his chest as I try to support myself since my knees have decided just now to fail.

No one has ever kissed me like this before which makes me scared and excited at the same time. The kiss is both gentle and desperate and it has me craving for more. The way his tongue tangles with mine. He tastes like liquor but so do I. His hand goes lower on my back to grab my hip as the other one grabs my hair and pulling back. I reach up into his hair pulling at it not so gently making him groan against my lips. We get out of breath, or at least I think thats why we broke the kiss. But he doesn't stop. He pulls my head back and starts planting really hot kisses on my neck.

I don't get this, though. I am ecstatic because I know he likes me. I like him too. I have said it before but this is too sudden. How do we go from sworn enemies to people who kiss in the middle of nowhere so easily? How am I supposed to stay sane with him anymore? How is this supposed to work out if we dont get along on normal days? I hear myself moan when he nips at my collar bone. What is he doing to me?

"You are doing it again, Princess. Don't," he says putting his head against mine giving me his usual unnerving look.

"Well it's hard not to when I couldn't even look at you last night. I just think its so sudden," I hide my face in his chest because he can not look at me this way and expect me to express myself so well. He engulfs me in a tight soothing hug and sighs.

"I know," he whispers, "but I have to try and you have to at least let me."

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Hey, my lovelies,

Heres the fortnight update.

I have kinda been struggling with a lil bit of writers block but everything will be fine right?

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love, Moh.