I’m Yours–2
I take a slow breath. “You make me feel seen.”
He flinches as if he’s finally listening to what I’m saying.
“With you, I don’t always have to speak for you to know what I’m feeling. It’s like we share a soul, like we were always meant to find each other.”
His expression flickers, something raw passing through his eyes.
“You’re the only person who will ever truly know what I feel,” I continue. “You don’t push me. You don’t force expectations on me. You might struggle to show your love sometimes, might struggle to fight your anger, but even with all of that, I feel loved by you. And more than that, I feel understood.”
His breath catches, his fingers tightening on my waist like he needs to anchor himself.
I swallow hard, my voice dropping even softer. “You are the only one that makes sense.”
He stares at me, his eyes dark and endless, something breaking open inside them. And then, before I can say anything else, he pulls me to him, kissing me like he’s drowning and I’m the only thing keeping him afloat.
I sigh into him, my body coming alight with his touch, and when he sinks inside me again, I rock my hips with his.
His hand drops to my clit, and I hiss. “Zaid, how are you ready again so fast?”
He rock into me. “It’s you. You make me feel like this.”
We stare into each other’s eyes as the bed rocks beneath us. It’s deep and consuming and when we finally pull away, sated and panting, he presses his forehead to mine.
“I’m yours,” he whispers.
I smile at that, closing my eyes as I revel in the words. They make me feel powerful, not
alone.
I kiss him again, trying to make him feel everything I can’t put into words.
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I’m Yours–2
I don’t know how long we stay like this, kissing, touching, talking about anything and everything that crosses our minds. He tells me about his childhood, his mother. How he and Aiden were when they were younger.
I tell him about my father and Alex. About my mother before the accident. Our conversation flowed, both of us understanding that we spoke about happy moments in our lives because we know what the darkness looks like.
Every time he kisses me, I realize that my favorite place on earth is right here in bed with him,
Kissing Aiden and Jake feels good; it feels amazing, even. But kissing Zaid is not just intoxicating, it’s transcendental.
I could stay here forever.
We talk until we are overcome with need again, Zaid sinking into me like it’s the first time all over again. Nothing exists while I’m here with him.
We only sleep for a few hours before the world outside starts to wake up. The sun rises, peeking in through the window and I groan, burying my face in his side.
I don’t want to leave.
But the real world is waiting. Jake and Aiden are waiting.
Zaid groans when I move. “No, not yet.”
I smile, running my fingers through his hair. “We have to.”
He lets out a dramatic sigh, but when he pulls back and looks at me, his expression softens. His thumb brushes over my cheek, his eyes tracing every inch of my face like he’s memorizing it.
And then, so quietly I almost don’t hear it, he murmurs, “I love you.”
My heart stutters.
I smile, pressing a kiss to his lips, lingering just long enough to feel him breathe me in.
