Afraid

22.

Zayn's Pov

I turn on the ipod when a picture of us appears on the screen. Its from the mall, the day we ditched school. I smile, fighting the tears in my eyes, I look back at her, "I don't think a thank you will truly mean how grateful I am for this...us... you, this means more than you'll ever know to me."

She smiles affably, "You're very much welcome. I have something I want to admit to you. Just don't judge me."

I smile, bitting my tongue, she is smiling so its something funny. Her humor is beyond cute, because she never has to try.

She covers her eyes, bashful. I chuckle pulling her arms down scooting closer to her, "Tell me or your not getting your present." I warn

She links our fingers smiling at me, "That night in here and at the party, I know it was wrong. So after you left on Sunday morning, we went to church. I repented, but I didn't mean it. I wasn't sorry, I didn't feel sorry. I loved it, every second of it. does that make me a whore."

I try my hardest to hold in my laughter but I fail when she lifts her eyebrows waiting for me to reply. I am slightly turned on and shocked. I laugh, she rolls her eyes joining in too laughing.

After a few seconds, I clear my throat, "That's hot. And alex, it didn't feel wrong not one bit. Your taste was extraordinary, your touch was electrifying." I lick my lips looking at her, wanting to taste her again.

She gulps slowing, her cheeks flushed, soaking in my words like a sponge, watching me closely, "I... umm I have to get ready, and help my parents set up." She stands up, strolling towards her window. I walk behind her, and wrap my arms around her. My teeth nibble on her earlobe, "Tell me this sweetheart, did you touch yourself while you were alone," her heartbeat fastens, I smirk, "Did you moan my name while you slowly pleasured yourself thinking of me?"

She turns around, looking up at me. so innocent, tiny, fragile, and mine. "Why did you?" she whispered so light as a feather.

I smirk, "I asked you first..." But no I didn't.

She looks down, then back at me, "No, I could never satisfy my needs like you did. That's your job."

That's your job, That's your job, That's your job.

Her words replay in my head multiply times. This amazing girl, so blithe, I lean down closing my eyes. Our lips connect, sparks collide, and she is so submissive to my touch. Her hands grab the back of my neck deepening the kiss. Her tongue wants to invade, but I decline. I want full dominance, the power. She moans when I slap her behind, grabbing it. she kisses my neck, reaching for my hem of my shirt.

She wants power, I let her. She pushes me onto her bed, rolling her hips onto mine. She tugs her hair, she moans roughly as I grip her hips guiding them. Dry sex is Definitely our thing, and I'm perfectly fine with that. I'm too caught up in the moment to realize that her lips are pressed against mine. My tongue sneaks into her mouth. She sucks on my tongue. God that's hot. I roll us over, pinning her hands on either side of her face. She smiles in the kiss, reassuring me that this is just a playful makeout session. Nothing can go further than this. I kiss her neck, before I whisper, "I have to go home and get your present. I'll be back." I roll off her and walk out her room.

When I get downstairs, Steven and Lana are setting up for the party, "Do you guys need extra help. I can call the boys?"

Lana smiles setting down the glass plates onto the dinner table, "Oh no thanks Zayn. We got it. If you mind helping us take out there tables to the backyard real quick."

"No problem." I say, helping Steven take an extra table outside through the glass doors. Alex's little house is covered in Christmas lights. I smile, she must have decorated it for Christmas. I walk back into he house and Alex is cleaning out the fridge, cold pizza in her mouth.