Bound by Fate

Chapter 12: Healing Wounds

Zac woke up the next day nestled in the comfort of his spacious bed. A soft smile played on his lips as he stretched his limbs, relishing in the satisfaction that lingered from the passionate night they just had. They had been so consumed by each other's presence, so wrapped up in their desire, that they had tired themselves out and fell asleep, sleeping through the rest of the day and night. As he lay there, his gaze fixed on her peaceful form beside him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. He admired every delicate feature of her beautiful face the gentle curve of her eyelashes, the graceful arch of her nose, the fullness of her lips. In this moment, he realized just how fortunate he was to have her in his arms and in his life.

He wanted to savor every second of their togetherness, to bask in the reality of her existence. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, reveling in the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. Just lying beside her brought him an inexplicable comfort, a feeling of tranquility that he had longed for when she was away. Lost in his thoughts, his phone suddenly rang, jolting him out of his reverie. She began to stir, and he quickly reached over to silence his phone before it interrupted her sleep. Glancing at the screen, his face scrunched up in confusion. It was Maya calling him. He could have sworn he had blocked her number. Why was she calling him when he had made it abundantly clear that he wanted nothing to do with her.

He declined the call, contemplating whether he should change his number to avoid any further contact. However, he knew that many of his important contacts had this number so he decided to put it on DND and placed his phone back on the nightstand refocusing his attention on Fatima. Her eyes fluttered open, finding his affectionate gaze fixed upon her. She giggled softly, her voice filled with warmth and love as she playfully dragged out his name. "Zaaac," she whispered, a smile dancing on her lips. He couldn't help but smile at the sound of her voice, at the way it rolled off her tongue.

He reached for her hand and held it tightly, his eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions. "What?" he asked innocently, pretending not to know what she was referring to. "I told you I love watching you sleep," he confessed, unable to hide the adoration in his voice. He brushed a gentle kiss against her knuckles, cherishing every moment of their connection. She buried her face in the pillow, blushing at his words. "You're such a sap," she teased mumbling into the soft fabric, her voice laced with affectionate amusement. He chuckled softly, his laughter filled with genuine delight. He continued tracing slow circles on her hand, finding solace in their simple touch. "You are my peace," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "Just lying beside you brings me comfort like nothing else."

She eventually looked at him, a smile lighting up her face like a radiant sunbeam. "You are my peace too, babe," she said, squeezing his hand affectionately. "With you, everything feels right." They stared into each other's eyes for a moment that felt suspended in time a moment where their love and adoration spoke volumes without any need for words. He couldn't resist the pull between them any longer. He pulled her closer to him, her body now straddling his as the covers fell away, revealing her nakedness. His eyes roamed over her, drinking in and admiring every curve, every contour, every inch of her exquisite body. He licked his lips in anticipation as she leaned down to kiss him, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace that ignited the fire within them once more. They lost themselves in the intensity of their connection, the love and desire intertwining like an unbreakable bond.

Time seemed to stand still as they remained entwined, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. But then, her stomach growled, breaking the spell they were under. She pulled away from him, laughing at the interruption. "I think my stomach is trying to tell me something," she said playfully, her voice tinged with amusement.
He chuckled and sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Well, we definitely worked up an appetite yesterday," he teased with a mischievous grin. She nods, her cheeks flushing slightly. "You for sure worked something," she quipped back with a smirk, her laughter acknowledging the shared understanding of her innuendo. He joined, fully aware of what she was implying, and she continued, "but yeah, I think we forgot about food entirely." And, I need a long hot shower."