Guilty Pleasure

Guilty Pleasure

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"I told you to stay the fuck away from me." "Well clearly I didn't listen," she whispers and brings her free hand to the nape of my neck, luring me closer to her lips. She lightly gasps when my hold on her wrist tightens, and my eyes unwillingly lower to her lips. She notices this, causing a smile to attack those full lips. "Zoe..." I growl in warning when she brushes her lips on mine. "Please lemme in. Why can't you let this happen?" she pleads with a whimper. Her voice is doing things to me. Making me feel things I don't want to feel. Things I can't feel. "Because I ruin everything Zoe. I'm a devouring fire, and if I let this happen, then I'm gonna burn you. So much that there will only be ashes left of you. There won't be no turning back." I know the kind of person I am. I'm not the one for her. "Then ruin me Zayn," she utters, catching me completely off-guard, and crashes her lips to my own in a fraction of a second. I'm going to wreck her. I know it.
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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