sleeping with the enemy ✔️ zach herron

T H I R T Y- O N E

Warning; ⚠️some mature scenes during the whole chapter⚠️
👉🏼the mature scenes aren't as mature though. They just involve a little but it isn't intense stuff.
⚠️also, i did not proofread so if you catch any mistake please make sure you tell me.

ISABELLA

It just seemed as if we never got tired of each other's lips. And in reality, we didn't.

Zach's lips remains moving in sync with mine, just like a pattern. He then bit my bottom lip with his teeth before smirking.

Slowly, he began pulling away. He looked down at me disconnecting our lips.

I furrowed my eyebrows as he just stared down at me, he was on top still.

"We need to stop. If we don't, I don't think I'll be able to stop" he says and starts getting off of me but I grabbed his arm and yanked him back in top of me.

"But what if I told you I don't want you to stop?"

My words seemed to surprise Zach because his lips slightly parted in surprise as his eyes met mine.

A small smile formed in his lips and he shaked his head, connecting our lips once again.

"Are you sure?" He mumbled against my lips, still not pulling away.

I nod and smile.

I really really wanted to do this.

"Fine, you asked for it" he smirks and grabs my wrists pinning them above my head.

He disconnects our lips and moves his lips down to my neck where he leaves soft wet kisses.

With one of his hands pinning mine, the other one reached down to my thighs.

I let out a soft moan as he kissed a sweet spot in my neck. I could feel his lips turn into a smirk as he further kissed that same spot.

I finally decided to do something with my hands and moved them up to his hair, lightly running my hands through it as I messed it up.

I loved it when his hair was messy, hairs would fall down into his face making him look even hotter if that's even possible.

Feeling the need to feel his lips again, I placed my hands on his neck and pushed his lips back into mine.

"Desperate much" he mumbled and smiled. I giggled at his unnecessary but true comment.

I tugged down at his shirt, he stood up and pulled it off of him tossing it to the floor.

uuulala the view–

I felt breathless as I looked down at his chest, the wound bandage was still there. And without hesitation, he threw himself out me again and kissed me.

Then it was his turn, his hands reached down to my shirt and he tugged it.

"This needs to go" he smirked.

And he says I'm the desperate one.

I smile, pushing him off of me and hovering the shirt over me, taking it off. I then followed his steps and threw it to the floor.