January. // z.m. au

Chapter 41

Kiss You (One Direction Cover) | Vicktor Taiwo

Zayn was really beautiful, but it wasn't like I hadn't known that already. His eyes were like that of a galaxy and when I looked into them, I felt like I was out of this world. I felt warm and safe in the comfort of his arms, felt the buzz inside my stomach as his laugh blew into my ear.

It was times like this, when we were together as if we were one, that I enjoyed the most. Sharing smiles and locking fingers was what I never wanted to be without.

And the soft touches he left across my skin, the goosebumps that rose from the trail they left sent shivers through my body. It was like an electric current flowed inside me, rushed through my blood whenever Zayn's fingers ghosted across my sides.

Beautiful.

Breathtaking was the sound of his bubbly laughter, the way the fluorescent lights that hung from the ceiling above us brought a glow to his tanned skin. Unbelievable, was the exact word I'd use to describe this moment, but even then it was so much more than that.

With foreheads pressed together, Zayn's lips barely grazed mine. Even the slightest touches he left, left me craving for more. He was like a drug to me and I was addicted.

"Lovely," Zayn whispered to me. His words left marks upon my skin. My mind was racing, a fuzzy feeling coming over me as I took in the scene before me. Zayn held me like I was this fragile being, like I was too precious to let go. And I sat in between his legs, his arms wrapped around my torso, capturing me in a gentle embrace.

I smiled against his neck as Zayn began to leave short, chaste kisses along my jawline. Total bliss was what this felt like to me. Paradise, heaven, euphoria all in one. But I couldn't deny the rapid beating of my heart inside of my chest. And I knew that Zayn noticed as well because he seemed to grow more careful with me. Kisses turned more tender, touches grew lighter but the love was still there. I couldn't help the smile he brought upon my face. I don't think it'd ever go away as long as we were together.

But then Zayn pulled away and his hazel eyes met with my green ones. And if I wasn't so focused on him right now, I'd probably stop breathing at any given moment. But this was too important and I didn't want to miss a single thing.

"Are you okay?" He asked me carefully. Of course I was, how could I not be?

"Yeah," I chuckled, leaning in to press my lips against his. Zayn kissed me back until he felt like he was getting too ahead of himself, pulling away with a smile.

"You still want to--"

"Yes, Zayn, oh my god." I rolled my eyes just as I grabbed his face with both of my hands and kissed him again.

"Just wanna," he mumbled in between kisses, "make sure. Don't wanna, like--"

"You're not," I interrupted him once again. "I'm okay, okay?"

"Mhm," Zayn hummed, bringing his hands to my sides and just barely squeezing. Our lips moved swiftly against one another until I felt Zayn's fingers slowly starting to crawl underneath my shirt. I almost gasped at the slight coolness of his hands, but tried not to focus on that bit too much. His lips traveled from my mouth to my neck to the exposed skin just above my chest.

It felt like there were flames raging under my skin. I was going mad.

His hands traced my body as he brought them up to leisurely pull off my shirt. I should've felt embarrassed, nervous even to be so exposed in front of my boyfriend especially since I never had been before, but I was so overwhelmed with emotions that I couldn't even think about that bit at all. I just focused on Zayn's warm eyes and how they captured mine. How Zayn looked at me with such lust yet so much love all together that it made me feel whole.