Zayne
Tonight gave me so much hope, watching the concert with her, with my arms wrapped around her, I’d felt so good, so real, so natural. She felt like what heaven is supposed to be. I stole kisses just to feel her on my lips.This is how it’s supposed to be.She is mine. I was made for her and her for me, and all I want right now is to worship every part of her.
As soon as Knox walked out the door, I realized I couldn’t go back to pretending, to acting like she doesn’t mean absolutely fucking everything to me and she doesn’t even know it. I can’t just be friends. Who the hell am I kidding? I can’t imagine a life without her. I step forward, and the lustful look in her eyes spurs me on. I can’t stop myself. I keep walking towards her until she's backed up against the door.
God, does she even know how beautiful her soul is? The warmth it brings to me, to make me feel again, to feel loved. Can she feel me, the love I am feeling for her? I don’t want this to go away again. I need her, and I don’t think I can go back to being alone. Her light shines and radiates, and the desire for her burns within me. I can feel her soul filling my void, pulling whatever shred of the damaged hollowed edges I have into completion.
The emotions I’m feeling are so overwhelming, I can hardly breathe.
“I can’t do this anymore,” I whisper. My first confession. I’m done pretending this is working.
Her breath catches as her eyes flicker from my lips, then back up to my eyes. That look of desire from her is going to end me.
“Can’t what?” she asks softly.
“Pretend I don’t want to touch you. It’s agony—every day I watch you, and every day it gets harder and harder to keep my distance.” My admission eases the ache inside my chest a little. Her eyes shine with tears, which then slowly fall down her cheeks. I don’t falter, but I can feel the hesitation and doubt within her. Does she not believe me?
“You don’t mean?—”
“Goddamnit, Myssa.” I cut her off. “I mean every fucking word I say. Fuck Jasper, fuck the war, fuck it all.” My desperation to feel her again takes over.
I don’t give her even a moment to reject me as I push forward. Pressing my lips to hers, I unravel. She's like a drug. I can’t get enough. My kiss is urgent, begging her to let me in, to feel this, to feel me, at first, I can feel her hesitation, but then she softens, her mouth parts and lets me in, the connectivity of our tongues are like two live wires, setting off the fuse through my whole body.
She runs her hands through my hair, and I grip her hips, pushing her harder against the door, and wrapping her legs around my waist. I don’t want to disconnect from this moment, not even for a second. But she deserves more than a quick fuck against a door.
I break our kiss, lightly touching my forehead against hers as we catch our breaths.
“Not here,” I say. “Let's go upstairs.”
She nods in agreement.
I set her down, and we pull away from the door. I take her hand and look at her for a second.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Do you know that?”
She smiles, and her cheeks redden at the compliment.
We continue walking down the stairs, and as we’re passing the bar, I see Vix out of the corner of my eye. Amusement stretched across her face. I'm not stopping, though. I have only one destination in mind, and she is not part of the plan.
As we walk off the elevator and towards the door, she says softly, “Are you sure, Zayne?”
Halting, I turn to her. “Myssa,” I say, tipping her chin up and forcing her to look at me. “I have never been so sure of anything in my existence.”
I open the door and throw my keys on the table. She takes her shoes off, and so do I. Lacing her fingers into mine, I guide her to my bedroom. I can feel her shaking slightly—if she could only feel what she does to me. I turn on the small lamp on my nightstand, which is just giving enough light to show how breathtaking she looks before me.
Chapter 31
Myssa
Still processing the last fifteen minutes, I'm shaking with anticipation. He wants me. ME, I repeat in my head. No one has ever wanted me in this way. He stands in front of me, taking me in, but I just stand here awkwardly, I’m terrified I will do something wrong, and he’ll change his mind.
Nik was the one to get the guys. I was the wing-woman, the afterthought. I wasn’t worth the amount of desire I see in Zayne’s eyes right now. He steps forward, pulling his shirt over his head. His chest is etched with perfection, tattoos radiating from his hands in fluid strokes across his chest and down to his torso. Without even thinking, I reach out, tracing the tattoo on his chest, mesmerized by how his abbs quiver under my touch.
I take my hand away, worried that maybe he didn’t want me to touch him, but he grabs my wrist, putting my hand over his heart. He holds me there, his heart beating so fast but in tune with my own.
“My heart is your heart, and my body and mind are forever entwined with yours. This feeling,” he squeezes my hand within his still against his heart, “This magnetism you feel is the same for me. You’re the missing piece to my forever, and I refuse to ever let you go.” His vow shocks me as the tears fall effortlessly.
His words drown out the negative thoughts, the negative comments, and any dark feelings that have scarred my heart, my soul. He has ripped the walls down with his declaration, and I am left standing here raw, vulnerable, but for the first time feeling worthy, powerful, beautiful.
