MINE

16- Moving on

Layla looks at Alair who looks worried. She presses her lips together as she walks into the kitchen and starts making coffee, "Would you like some?" She asked and he nods. "Just don't add sugar in mine" he said and she nods.

She places the mug infront of him and grabbed hers as he sat by the counter and Layla sits next to him.

"Sorry she woke you up" he said as he tasted his coffee. "It's alright, how is your headache and nausea." She asked as she looked at him, searching for any signs of sickness.

"Im better thanks to you, your body is very comfortable for-" "Not another word Alair" she said and he laughs. He looks so good when he smiles.

"After last night you are still shy, while thought that were past that but I like it when you are shy-" he pauses as she looks at her mug. "-unlike yesterday" he said with a smirk.

She grabs her mug and sips on her coffee and ignoring him as her cheeks redden at his words and the memories of last night.

"Could I use your charger?" She asked and he looked at her phone to confirm they use the same one. He walks into the room after finishing his coffee and she does the same.

She follows him in and he shows her the plug. She bends and plugs the phone, when she traightens up she feels his body against her back.

"Alair?" She turned and found him looking down at her with an intense expression.

He cups her face and leans down, her heart skips a beat at the softness of his grip. He held her like she was made of glass that would break if he holds it too hard.

She looks into his blue eyes that looked grey at times. "Your eyes change color" she whispered when he just held her and stroked her cheek and doesn't break eye contact. He nods.

"Alair-" his thumb rubs her lips when she calls him.

"Alair what are you doing" she asked and he pauses his hand as he looked in her eyes. "Im taking you in, because I don't know when the next time you will let me touch you." He said as his tattooed hands move down to her neck and squeezes a little.

She gulps as his hands on her soft skin felt good. She wanted him to choke her and subconsciously her hands wrap around his and his eyes widen. He sucks in his lower lips as his eyes drop to mine.

"May I kiss you Layla Jones" Alair asked and she shyly nods. He dips his head down and grips the back of her neck with one hand and the other around her waist, pulling her close.

Her eyes flutter close as his lips press against hers. His lips tug at Laylas lower lip as he tries to open her up for him. His tongue sweep qgainst her lips and she opens up.

His lips suck on her lip and his tongue pushes in. He tastes her and his grip on her tightens, pulling him even closer than before.

She shivers from the sensation that builds. His kiss was driving her crazy. She puts her hand on his jaw as she pulls him closer. Her tongue wraps itself around his as she takes him in and he squeezes her neck softly from the back and she moans.

He pulls away as she takes in deep breaths and moves away from him. Her heart was beating faster than it has before. She looks at Alair whose pale skin was flushed too. He runs his hand through his hair as they stare at each other.

"I-I have to go" she whispered. She stumbles over thin air and he grabs her shoulder to keep her from falling flat.

He leans her face up again taking her lips in a soft kiss. He backs her up against the edge of the bed and she falls back. He climbs over her and just like before he kisses her gently and softly but passionately.