Zayn
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The way my curves fit into his hand making me feel like he was the puzzle pieces I was alway missing. The way he made me not have a care in the world, feeling like my mind, body, and soul belong to him and he doesn't know it. "I want you Sage" he whispered feeling his lips on my neck. The only thing separating us were the cloths on our back, us breathing was the thing being heard. "Words my love, tell me what you want." Everything he said clouds my brain even more than it. His hands running down my body and stopping right where I needed him the most. "No no no why did you stop" I tried grabbing his hand to guide it where I wanted it, where I need it "I need you to tell me what you want Sage, let me hear you" looking at me with so much emotion and the main one being lust. "I want you, I was you to please me, make me feel good please" I rushed out pulling him down so I could meet his lips. My finger roughly tugging on his hair, "Is this what you want babygirl?" he says as his lips go lower and lower. I try to control my breath and say "yes, don't stop" but all that could come out was a moan of extreme pleasure. This was something i've never felt before, something I know only he can make me feel and I was not ready to give that up
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I look up at him, his face nothing but a hazy memory. His head is tilted down towards me and I think about how odd it must be for him too. If we kissed, would we find each other's lips? Would it be as natural as breathing? He's mere inches from me and just the presence of his body is suffocating. I don't even have to see his face to know how well he makes my body react. Goosebumps trickling down my arms, and the hairs on the back of my neck rising like sunflowers facing the sun. It's as if I can really see his face. His features and the looks he gives. It's so familiar, so in-tune with me, that I feel like I've always seen it. I can feel his eyes set on me, my figure under his gaze. I can feel the tension in the air and I'm not even sure if I'm breathing. "That necklace around your neck," he scoffs. "What about it?" I ask, my voice low. "I've seen it every single time I've seen you and it drives me insane. It's the one thing I can see below your face." Something clicks into place for me. The puzzle pieces align, and I feel alive. "Then take it off and put your hand there, I can wear that instead," I grin. __ Scarlett Moore. A university student trying to make it past the struggles of life, friends, and a love life labeled hell. But to her aid, a man from her dreams clouds her mind and a little too much of her heart. Every night he visits her, comforting her from a cruel world and harsh realities. The life she lives with him in her sleep becoming a little too real. Just how attached is she to a man who isn't even real? What happens when she can't tell the difference between a memory and a fantasy? __

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