"Okay, so he called me hot, and I fled"
"You fucking fled? Astraea Dione Iglesias, are you insane? Go back! Get that kiss!"

"What? No! I'm not kissing-"

"You left your earring downstairs" he says from behind me. I stay glued to my spot, not daring to turn around.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow at college" I say goodbye to Rina and end the call. His footsteps grow louder as he approaches me. I finally gather the courage and turn around.

"Hi"
"Hi"

He hands me the white pearl earring and I take it.
"Thank you"
"You rushed upstairs like your life depended on it. Why?"

I wet my lips and shrug. "Got scared"

He raises a brow and takes my chin in between his fingers, making me look up at him.
"Why?" He whispers, just millimetres away from my face.

"I...." I trail off. He leans further, and I stop breathing. His hot breath puffs on my face. I have a hard time keeping still as one of his hands trail over my skirt, slowly, torturingly brushing over my thigh.

My eyes flutter close as his head dips down to my collarbone. All my organs squeeze together, making me more of a mess than I already am. My heart feels like it's gonna jump out at any moment.

"Zane...." His name mindlessly leaves my lips as I throw my head back. His tongue runs over my collarbone and he starts sucking, slowly. I arch my back, holding onto his shirt.

I have the urge to throw him on the bed.

God, when did I get so slutty?

His lips leave my collarbone, but instead of stopping their little expedition, they land just below my ear.

"Why can't I fucking keep my hands off of you?" His voice is raspy, rough and it makes me moist.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

His nose touches mine. I don't have the guts to say boop. Instead, I greedily clasp his collar and pull his face closer.

Look at you *sniffs* All grown up.

"Oh?" An amused chuckle leaves his mouth. His hands settle just below my hips before he lifts me up and carries me to the bed.

Oh. My. God.

Is it happening?

There's no way this is happening.

Is it?

He lays me down and gets on top, resting both his arms on either side of my face. His head drops to my neck, leaving kisses all along my throat. I squirm and clench my eyes shut.

"Eyes on me"

My stomach flips as I open my eyes. His hair is a wild and savage mess. His eyes full of desire. I throw my head back, waiting for his next move.

His hands then move to the hem of my shirt, gradually lifting it.

I frantically look at him.
I didn't shave.

Fuck. I didn't shave. Really, Astraea? What the fuck is wrong with you?

My hands flatten on his chest and I give him a little push even though my body is aching for him. His muscles seem tense below my hand. His eyes meet mine and he titles his head almost adorably.

He leans down to my face and gently strokes my cheek.

"Did I make you uncomfortable?" He asks, worry evident in his rough voice.

No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes.

The kind of uncomfortable that you crave.

I shake my head slowly and sit up on the bed, arms wrapped around myself. I look at him. He looks...worried?

"Did I hurt you? You know you can tell me to stop whenever you-"

"I know, Zee" I smile. Now, what was I supposed to tell him? Oh, yeah. There's a jungle down there so you don't wanna travel any lower or you might get lost in the wild.

"I'm just tired" I say. He nods and gets off the bed before laying a kiss on my forehead.

"Zee?" I call after him when he turns towards the door. He looks back and cocks his eyebrow.

"Sleep with me tonight?"

I see the tiny smile on his face before he jumps on the bed again, caging me in his arms. His face stuffs in my neck and I laugh. I'm ticklish. Terribly, terribly ticklish.

Realising this, he flips us so he's on top, and his hands travel to my belly.

"What are you-"

Before I can finish, his hands tickle my stomach and I arch my back, a howl of laughter leaving my lips. He laughs, too. Tears fill my eyes as I laugh hysterically.

"God, it's too much. Please-" he finally lets go and rests his face right in between my breasts. I thread my hands through his damp hair and close my eyes, but not before whispering.

"You're my home, Zane"

He lifts his head to meet my eyes. I blush when he lays a kiss on my stomach.

"You're everything, Iris"

I giggle and move my hands over his back, tracing patterns on his shoulder. He tenses.
"It's okay. Everything's fine" I mumble when I feel the scars below his shirt.

"Take it off" I tug at his shirt. He hesitates, looking at me. I give him a little nod, telling him that it's okay, and that I'm not going anywhere.

He takes off the shirt and throws it on the floor before going back to his former position. My eyes land on the deep welts on his back.

Slowly, gently, I move my fingertips along each one, stopping when I hear him exhale a little loudly. He hmms.
"Keep going"

I touch the one on his shoulder with one hand, the other one playing with his hair.

"Does it hurt?" I ask, pointing to the healed wound. He lifts his head and his intense gaze lands on my eyes. I touch it again, raising my eyebrow when he doesn't answer.

"Zee? Does it hurt?" He stares at me for a long moment. I almost blush, but then clear my throat and lay a palm flat on the scar.

"Not anymore" He smiles.

A/N

HELLO. SEX BUT NO SEX is my jam.

Anywayyyy, this was steamy, humid and moist. Wasn't it?

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