Between the Sun and Moon (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Between the Sun and Moon (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

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Zayn pulled me closer and slowly lifted the sleeve of my sweatshirt, exposing my fore arm. I closed my eyes and held my breath. I knew what he saw. This morning, I stared at it for hours in fear. My arm was imprinted with Chris' handprint in a deep blue. I small gasp left my lips when I felt warmth on the bruise. I opened my eyes to see Zayn leaning down to kiss it. To my surprise, I let him. I wanted to snatch my hand back, be completely loyal to Chris, but my body betrayed me. Zayn was so gentle with me, warm and consistent.
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