Chapter 15

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This one is for my lovely sister Adoray, Nancy, my Twinnem (who's birthday is the same as mine), Vera, Esther, Princess, Mirabel, and Precious.
Thanks ladies, you guys are gems!


Zayde brings me out of my thoughts by kissing my knuckles.

This, coupled with the realisation that I like him makes me turn beet red. That always happens when he's around.

He smirks, tapping my forehead.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks.

"I-Erm, nothing." I mumble, keeping me gaze trained on his shoes. He didn't even look slightly convinced but he didn't press further.

"Alright Fluffy, hop on." He said gesturing to a black motor bike that sat about five feet away from our current position.

I raised a brow.

"Seriously dude, how much more cliche can you get." I scoff, examining the bike.

He gives a cheek grin in response, making me know that his next statement is going to be bad.

"There's still more."

"Wha-"

Suddenly, I'm up against the wall, his hands on my hips, keeping me steady as he trails heated kisses down my neck.

I hold in a moan at how good it feels, as my fingers find their way into his hair, tugging and pulling.

He growls, pulling me impossibly closer, biting a certain spot on my neck that makes my breath hitch. The butterflies in my stomach start a whole stampede and I respond with a strangled moan, wrapping my legs around his waist, gripping him even tighter as the sound of our heavy breathing and moans fill the silent parking lot.

Flicking out his tongue, he licks the spot he just bit, soothing it. All while I am reduced to a disoriented, moaning mess of goo.

I should stop, we should stop, but it just feels so good.

His lips reach the corner of my lips, laying small kisses in that area. I turn my head to meet him but he abruptly let's me go, stepping away from him.

He leaves on last kiss on my nose before striding off, ever confident.

Staring at his back, I start asking myself what the hell happened.

He turns around, raising a brow when he sees I'm not following him.

That's enough to move my legs, as I run to catch up with him, smoothing out my clothes and running a hand through my hair to make it look more presentable.

"Zayde?" I croak out, my voice hoarse.

"Yes luv?"

Goddamn hormones.

"Erm, I- never mind." I cut myself off, trying to ignore the make out session and my new found feelings.

"What is it Fluffy?" He said, turning serious, placing his hands on either side of my face. I find myself leaning into his touch subconsciously.

"It's fine Zayde, don't worry about it."

"If it's about the make out ses-"

"Zayde it's not that-"

"If it's the bike you don't have to-"

"No, that's not it, relax Zayde, we'll talk about later."

I see him gulp, looking nervous but he nods anyway, dropping his hands from my face.

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