Shadowed (z.m)

13.

I don't know for how long he stared at me but it caused a lot of comotion within me. I wanted him all over me like he'd just been. Zayn seemed to be debating on something and whatever it was I wanted him to go through with it. He finally moved, one of his hands grabbing my thigh, pulling it up then doing the same with my other thigh until both my legs were wrapped around his waist. We'd been in this position countless times yet it felt exciting and new. He was a lot stronger and just manlier now. Just the way his hands roughly grabbed mine was familiar yet newed and even better.

He pressed himself even harder against me, making me gasp. I felt a certain hardness in his jeans making my heart beat faster. I really wanted to touch him, so badly. He finally crashed his lips against mine, a loud moan in approval left me. I could hardly keep up, the way his mouth worked so feverishly against mine. I was just so desperate for even more of him. His tongue tasted like vodka making me want his flavour more. Thoughts of what other things that mouth could do flooded through my mind and I felt a certain ache between my legs. My hands moved to his neck, my left hand cupping his face. The stubble on his face was scartching my palm and I loved it. A throaty groan erupted from Zayn, grabbing my hand on his face, pinning it against the wall behind me. As much as I loved what he was doing it reminded me of why we were so wrong, realisation replacing the pleasure.

I pushed against his chest, suddenly horrified with myself, making him put me back down. My breathing was irregular, my heart pounding against its cage. Did we just kiss? Zayns eyes were no longer as red and he seemed to have sobered up quite the bit. He looked shocked to be honest. My mind was reeling the events of the past minutes playing over and over.

My skin was still hot despite the cool air outside. I couldn't quite believe what had just happened and I don't think he did either. Instead of him apologising and cleaning up the mess of the broken vodka bottle he just turned on his heel and walked off, leaving me hot and bothered.

If I was shocked before I was even more shocked now. What the fuck was that? He comes here for sex, then flips, then kisses me and then leaves? What was going on in that enormous head?

Huffing, I stepped back inside retrieving a dust brush to get rid of the evidence of him ever being here. No one, and I mean no one would know of this. Not Chris, not Drew, not Liam and not Adelaide. My moment of weakness would be kept to myself. Why the fuck didn't I do anything to stop him? I was too caught up in what I wanted then. My weakness was worse than I thought. It's fine when I'm the one making the move, to trick him but when he catches me off guard he catches me good.

Now that I thought about it, I was happy he stopped whatever he was doing. It could've lead to something bad or even worse. The glass was swiftly removed from the deck before I hurried inside to throw it away. Shutting the French doors to the deck behind me.

"Holly?" My head snapped to the stairs as I heard Chris. She wore a blue t-shirt, most likely belonging to mister-cuddling-my-sister-in-bed, and bare legs. She stood tired and confused on the stairs staring questioningly at me. "What're you doing here?"

"I was just out on the deck. My plans of staying with a friend didn't really work out. The party got a bit too wild even for me." I lied on the spot, holding the glass remains behind my back, hiding them from her. "There was a fight and all, but don't worry I've only been here for like twenty minutes."

Chrissy didn't seem totally convinced as a tired frown still graced her face. Luckily she didn't seem to want to look into it.

"Fine....whatever...." She mumbled before running upstairs, her blonde curly hair bouncing with every step. A sigh of relief left my mouth and I went to get rid of the glass. I'd been so exhausted but now I was wide awake. This needed to stop before it would get out of hand. Zayn was clearly worse news than he was before. If I got involved with his deals who knows what else I could find out.