⋆ ★ 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐳𝐚 has a sunshine personality, a rich guy but good at heart. He's the CEO of his father's company, he balances his responsibilities with a love for riding bikes.
⋆ ★ 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 a beautiful soul and a rich girl, is heartbrok...
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Zayd's pov── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆
I lay in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, my mind refusing to shut down for the night. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the image of that drunk girl out of my head, who stole my first kiss. Her face, her touch, and especially the kiss we had shared-all of it played on an endless loop in my mind.
The memory of her lips against mine sent a shiver down my spine. It had been unexpected, passionate, and it left me wanting more. But it was also confusing. I had never felt this way about anyone before, and I didn't know what to make of it.
Groaning, I sat up and ruffled my hair in frustration. "What's wrong with me?" I muttered to myself. "Why can't I take that girl off my mind?"
I threw myself back onto the bed, hoping that shifting positions would somehow help me find sleep. But as soon as I closed my eyes, the memory of the kiss came rushing back. Her lips had been so soft, her touch so desperate. I could still taste the faint bitterness of the wine on her breath.
Sighing, I sat up again, my frustration growing. "God, what the hell!" I exclaimed, running my hands through my hair. I couldn't understand why this one encounter was affecting me so deeply.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, pacing the room in an attempt to clear my mind. But no matter what I did, I couldn't shake the image of her from my thoughts.
"Why is this happening?" I asked the empty room, my voice echoing slightly in the silence. "It's just one kiss. One girl."
But it wasn't just any kiss. There was something about her, something that had hooked me from the moment I saw her. Her vulnerability, her strength, the way she had clung to me for support-it all stirred something deep within me.
I stopped pacing and leaned against the wall, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I needed to calm down, to find a way to push these thoughts aside. But every time I tried, the memory of her came rushing back, stronger than before.
"Maybe it's because she stole my first kiss," I mused aloud, a wry smile tugging at my lips. "That's got to be it. It's just the shock of the moment."
But deep down, I knew it was more than that. There was something about her that I couldn't ignore. Something that made me want to see her again, to get to know her better.
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