Last One Standing
Chapter Forty Three
*Haley’s POV*
Zayn spooned me, but I didn’t snuggle back into him like I normally do. He didn’t know, but there, in the pitch black of the room, I let silent tears stream down my face. I didn’t know what was happening anymore. Most of me loved Zayn but there were small parts that still wondered. What happened to Hannah was awful, and explained why he hadn’t made every ditch effort to see me, but it still didn’t solve the fact that there was hesitance to make a full connection to me when he was inside of me. No matter what I did, there was still an unspoken barrier there.
All of this on top of discovering what had happened to Hannah. It brought up such unpleasant memories, memories that were out of my control. Why is it that whenever I’m around, people get hurt? That shouldn’t happen. No one should be able to bring themselves to hold a girl down and…
“Haley, what’s wrong?” Zayn interrupted my thoughts.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t feed me that bullshit.” Zayn wrapped his arms around me while spinning me easily around to face him.
“Stop Zayn, get off of me.” I tried to roll back over, but I was frozen solid. My eyes had adjusted to the low light and I could see the expression of hurt on Zayn’s face. He brought his hand to my face and wiped away my tears with his thumb before he leaned in and kissed my forehead.
“This is obviously something that we need to talk about Babe.” He propped himself on his elbow so that he was facing me. I let a few more tears fall. “What’s wrong?”
“What happened to Hannah…”
“I know. I know, Baby. It was terrible.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know why it happened to her Hay. It just did; there’s no way anyone could have stopped it.” He rubbed my arms comfortingly, and I think we were both praying that I couldn’t bring myself to uncover the next topic.
“That still doesn’t change the way you look at me.” The room was silent for a moment.
“What are you talking about?”
“When we have sex.” I was surprised at myself for being so blunt. “Whenever we’re here… You just… the way that you look at me; you look like you want to sleep with me, but there’s no emotion behind it. I hate it.”
“You’re crying because of the way that we make love?” His voice was soft. “Do I hurt you?” His voice was so full of worry.
“Don’t call it that.”
“Call what that?”
“Don’t call it ‘making love’. You don’t look like you love me when you’re banging me. Call it that,” I rolled away from him, “because that’s all that it is.” I winced as I felt his firm hand grip my bicep and flip me back around to face him. His face was soft as he pressed his lips to mine.
“Haley Elizabeth…” he looked deep into my eyes, even in the dark, “it is love. I love you and sure as hell hope that you love me too because I can’t let go of you; not now. There shouldn’t be a doubt in your mind as to whether I love you or not. Now, tell me what’s putting that doubt there. Please.” I sniffled before I responded.
“You hold me, and I love the touch; you kiss me, and I love the taste of your lips; and what you do to me is like nothing else anyone ever has, but the way that you look at me… You look like you’d rather be somewhere else. You look like you could care less as to whether we’re doing this or not. You’re eyes have a wall behind them and you seem heartless.” I didn’t get to say anything else, because Zayn’s lips were pressed to mine. There was an urgent element in his kiss. When we pulled away, he looked me straight in the eyes.
“Haley, I’ve never loved anyone more. When you told me that I was hurting you, I knew that I couldn’t do that again.” I lost his eye contact when he slumped down onto the bed and stared up and the ceiling, putting his hands on his forehead. “I can’t let myself get too excited with you.”
“Why the hell not?” Now I was propped on my elbow.
“Because I’ll hurt you!” he almost snapped at me. “Haley I want our sex lives to be the most passionate, intimate things in the world, but they just can’t be that right now. If I let myself get carried away, then I’ll go too fast, or heaven forbid… too hard or too deep. If I…” he took a deep breath, “if I were to hurt you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I can’t let that connection be there because I’ll loose what little control I have left.”
Zayn looked into my eyes, searching for my response. With very little hesitancy, I pushed myself to a sitting position and put one of my legs on the other side of him so that I was straddling him. He sat up slightly, only for me to push him back down. I leaned down and kissed up his bare chest. Stopping at his neck, I gently sucked on the base of his collar bone. Once the spot was raw, I nipped at the tender skin and smirked as I heard Zayn hiss through his teeth. His hands found my hips and his fingers dug in slightly and almost instantly relaxed. Why was he so damn worried?
I skidding my lips up the side of his neck and gently tugged on his ear lobe before making my way to his mouth that was releasing harsh breaths. I brushed our lips together and ground my hips down into his, making him moan into my mouth. Zayn’s hands moved from my hips up my sides and gently took his t shirt with it. I repeated my previous motions and he struggled for air more and more each time. I ground a little bit harder and felt Zayn’s erection against crotch. Once more and he caught my hips, not letting me move anymore.
“Why do you have to make this so fucking difficult for me Haley?” I grabbed his hands and guided them back up my sides. I leaned down, close to his ear and let him feel my breath deepen as his fingers grazed my breasts.
“Because I’m ready for you… all of you.”
~
When I woke up, I let all my other senses react before I opened my eyes. I could feel Zayn’s chest under me and I knew exactly where I was. I was in Zayn’s bed, in Zayn’s room and I couldn’t have ever been happier. I remembered the sheer passion that came with each thrust that went into me. There was no wall, no barrier, and it was amazing. I could feel his fingers drawing circles on the small of my back and he knew that I was awake. Slowly, I propped myself on my elbow, feeling surprisingly a little bit sore, but I didn’t care.
When I met Zayn’s glare, it startled me a little. The joy wasn’t in his eyes as I’m sure that was in mine. As soon as he registered that he was staring at me, he shifted his gaze around the room. “Good morning,” I spoke sweetly, ignoring his apparent sour attitude. He just sighed. I leaned down to kiss his chest and I felt his skin tense.
“Morning,” he finally replied.
“Okay, what’s going on?”
“Like you don’t know.” I gave him a serious gaze, getting a little pissed off.
“Zayn you didn’t hurt m…” He shushed me, pulling my free arm to the front of me and daring me to observe it. There were a few large purple markings on my biceps, and I remembered exactly what they were from. There was a point the night before, where he was still holding back. He was still worried that something would go wrong. I begged him. When he finally gave in, I was a little taken back by his grip on my arms, but it was quickly subsided by the new sensation between my legs. After that, I was in too much bliss to notice.
I watched as he slowly drew his hand to my arm and aligned his fingers with the markings. I got goose bumps from the contrast of his warm touch to my cool skin and he practically jumped backwards. Did he think that he had scared me? There was no such thought in my mind.
Before I could stop him, Zayn stood up and walked out of the room. I was about to protest when I heard the bathroom door shut. Deciding that it wasn’t worth trying to calm him down at the moment, I stood up and grabbed one of his flannels off of the floor and put on my panties as well. The wood floor was cold on my feet, but was a nice contrast from Zayn’s hot skin. Going to the kitchen, I started some breakfast to also start to try to bring Zayn to his freaking senses.
Zayn didn’t sing in the shower this morning. I was kind of depressed because that’s what normally got me out of bed in the morning. It was always something different, but it always sounded amazing because it was coming from his mouth. By the time that he had gotten out, I had made pancakes, bacon, eggs, and had cut fresh strawberries. He came trudging into the kitchen in a black pair of sweats that hung marvelously low on his hips. I sighed as I sat his plate in front of him and kissed the top of his head. I poured us both a glass of orange juice and walked over to the table, taking my seat and digging into my pancakes.
“Why did you make all of this?” he said blandly.
“Because I’m in a good mood.” I jumped a little when I heard his fork hit his plate. I looked up to see Zayn’s elbows on the table and his head in his hands.
“How can you be in such a fucking good mood when I did that to you?!” I jumped at his tone as he gestured towards my arms that were now covered by clothing. Staying calm, I stood up from my chair. His eyes locked with mine and his expression was discouraging me from approaching him, but that didn’t stop me. Without the slightest care in the world, I walked over to Zayn and used all my might to pry his arms away from the table. I sat down in his lap and he just stared at me, his face expressionless. I leaned forward and kissed him softly, but he didn’t give a response; I wasn’t expecting him too.
Sliding my hand up his chest, I kissed him again and wrapped my hand to the back of his neck, pulling our foreheads together. He closed his eyes and let out a breath. Success.
“Why are you trying to get me to react to you? Do you have any idea how hard you are to resist?”
“Then don’t resist me.” I kissed him again and after a second, he responded. We pulled away, slightly out of breath and he kept his eyes closed.
“I hurt you.”
“No you didn’t.” Pressing my lips to his once again, he finally completely gave in and started to let his hands roam my body, still being particularly careful when he traveled to my upper arms.
~
At first, Zayn and I thought that we were going for a walk through the park not far from the boys’ flats. When we realized that we may or may not die of hypothermia, we decided that we’d better take cover some place before we were ready to head back to the complex.
Zayn pulled me to a little place on the corner of nowhere and we ducked into what seemed to be a small café. The room was pretty dark and the only light seemed to be illuminating from five or six brick fireplaces that were spread through the room. There were couches and chairs around each one and it was really quite a tasteful atmosphere. I saw a very few flashes follow us into the restaurant and Zayn led me to a couch where no one else was sitting around us. I snuggled into him as he sat down, placing me between the arm of the couch and his firm torso. I pulled my knees to my chin, allowing all of my shivers to work their way out of my body.
After a while, I watched as Zayn stood and strolled over to a little counter where there was a man with particularly shaggy hair, both on his head and his face, who was grinding coffee beans and packing them into different jars and containers. They talked for some time and the man behind the counter kind of gestured towards me with his head. Zayn glanced over and then nodded his head vigorously before he began talking with the man again.
I could smell the beans throughout the entire place and the smell was fantastic. Knowing that Hannah and I were both from here and not America, I smiled at the thought that we both preferred coffee over tea. Zayn looked over at me and smiled back, probably thinking that I was directing it towards him. He paid the man, who seemed to be young looking behind the locks, and walked back over to me. I pulled off my sweater and a few more flashed went off before I took my coffee from Zayn.
Zayn and I sat, taking turns with turning our gaze from each other to the fire and back to each other again. I didn’t know what it was, but I found myself giggling whenever I caught him staring at me. There was something so intent about his gaze and I just couldn’t shake the hold that he had on me. I sat me coffee on the table in front of me and tucked myself into Zayn’s side. He slouched down and caught my lips in a sweet kiss. My phone started to vibrate in my pocket and I groaned as I let him know that I actually had to check who it was.
From: Emma
I’ve got a new 1 4 u, but idk if u want it :/
I groaned and sent a reply.
To: Emma
How long have u been my stylist? Of course il take it.
From: Emma
Kk J 2morow at urs?
I smiled at her excitement and turned to Zayn.
“Babe, are we doing anything tomorrow?”
“How come?”
“Because Emma wants to meet to talk about a new job.”
“She could just meet us at the flat if that’s cool with you. I’m pretty sure that everyone’s coming over tomorrow.”
“Everyone?” Zayn had told me about Hannah’s fear of leaving the house. This had struck an entire new feeling of guilt in my heart, knowing that she had left to come and see Harry and we were lucky that we hadn’t destroyed her.
“I’m pretty sure.” I wasn’t sure if his eyes were glowing because of the fire light, or because he was talking about Hannah’s progress. I didn’t care either way; jealousy was something that I needed to put a stop to. There was no point. He could be happy for his friend and still love me. Now, I had no tension between Hannah and me. We both had similar tastes, a love for fashion, the same favorite color and different boyfriends. I knew that Harry would be there for her every step of the way, so there was no reason that I couldn’t be there for her too.
We sat for awhile longer, sipping our drinks. There was nothing that I liked better than the fire. It was warm and Zayn’s arm around me let me know that I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I wasn’t sure what happened, but my eyes suddenly got heavy. I rested my head on his shoulder and he began humming again. I recognized it this time. It was what he had been humming to me all along. “…and all your little things,” he slightly picked up at the end. That was it. I was out.
“Babe? Babe.” Zayn shook me subtly. Opening my eyes, I tried to muffle my yawn as I smiled at him. He chuckled at my response to him.
“Sorry, I don’t know what happened.” I joined him laughing. “Hey, what were you and that guy talking about?” I made a gesture towards the man behind the counter and then I looked back towards Zayn.
“Oh, he was asking if… If we were together.” There was something about his voice that made me slightly uneasy. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the man looking at me intently. I quickly averted my gaze, not wanting Zayn to notice. I just smiled at Zayn, trying to put his mind at ease.
“Do you think it’s about time to go?” Zayn nodded his head and we clambered up from the couch and made our way towards the door. He held the door open for me and I turned back to smile my thanks. Over his shoulder, I just caught the man behind the counter still staring at me as we walked away.
Zayn spooned me, but I didn’t snuggle back into him like I normally do. He didn’t know, but there, in the pitch black of the room, I let silent tears stream down my face. I didn’t know what was happening anymore. Most of me loved Zayn but there were small parts that still wondered. What happened to Hannah was awful, and explained why he hadn’t made every ditch effort to see me, but it still didn’t solve the fact that there was hesitance to make a full connection to me when he was inside of me. No matter what I did, there was still an unspoken barrier there.
All of this on top of discovering what had happened to Hannah. It brought up such unpleasant memories, memories that were out of my control. Why is it that whenever I’m around, people get hurt? That shouldn’t happen. No one should be able to bring themselves to hold a girl down and…
“Haley, what’s wrong?” Zayn interrupted my thoughts.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t feed me that bullshit.” Zayn wrapped his arms around me while spinning me easily around to face him.
“Stop Zayn, get off of me.” I tried to roll back over, but I was frozen solid. My eyes had adjusted to the low light and I could see the expression of hurt on Zayn’s face. He brought his hand to my face and wiped away my tears with his thumb before he leaned in and kissed my forehead.
“This is obviously something that we need to talk about Babe.” He propped himself on his elbow so that he was facing me. I let a few more tears fall. “What’s wrong?”
“What happened to Hannah…”
“I know. I know, Baby. It was terrible.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know why it happened to her Hay. It just did; there’s no way anyone could have stopped it.” He rubbed my arms comfortingly, and I think we were both praying that I couldn’t bring myself to uncover the next topic.
“That still doesn’t change the way you look at me.” The room was silent for a moment.
“What are you talking about?”
“When we have sex.” I was surprised at myself for being so blunt. “Whenever we’re here… You just… the way that you look at me; you look like you want to sleep with me, but there’s no emotion behind it. I hate it.”
“You’re crying because of the way that we make love?” His voice was soft. “Do I hurt you?” His voice was so full of worry.
“Don’t call it that.”
“Call what that?”
“Don’t call it ‘making love’. You don’t look like you love me when you’re banging me. Call it that,” I rolled away from him, “because that’s all that it is.” I winced as I felt his firm hand grip my bicep and flip me back around to face him. His face was soft as he pressed his lips to mine.
“Haley Elizabeth…” he looked deep into my eyes, even in the dark, “it is love. I love you and sure as hell hope that you love me too because I can’t let go of you; not now. There shouldn’t be a doubt in your mind as to whether I love you or not. Now, tell me what’s putting that doubt there. Please.” I sniffled before I responded.
“You hold me, and I love the touch; you kiss me, and I love the taste of your lips; and what you do to me is like nothing else anyone ever has, but the way that you look at me… You look like you’d rather be somewhere else. You look like you could care less as to whether we’re doing this or not. You’re eyes have a wall behind them and you seem heartless.” I didn’t get to say anything else, because Zayn’s lips were pressed to mine. There was an urgent element in his kiss. When we pulled away, he looked me straight in the eyes.
“Haley, I’ve never loved anyone more. When you told me that I was hurting you, I knew that I couldn’t do that again.” I lost his eye contact when he slumped down onto the bed and stared up and the ceiling, putting his hands on his forehead. “I can’t let myself get too excited with you.”
“Why the hell not?” Now I was propped on my elbow.
“Because I’ll hurt you!” he almost snapped at me. “Haley I want our sex lives to be the most passionate, intimate things in the world, but they just can’t be that right now. If I let myself get carried away, then I’ll go too fast, or heaven forbid… too hard or too deep. If I…” he took a deep breath, “if I were to hurt you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I can’t let that connection be there because I’ll loose what little control I have left.”
Zayn looked into my eyes, searching for my response. With very little hesitancy, I pushed myself to a sitting position and put one of my legs on the other side of him so that I was straddling him. He sat up slightly, only for me to push him back down. I leaned down and kissed up his bare chest. Stopping at his neck, I gently sucked on the base of his collar bone. Once the spot was raw, I nipped at the tender skin and smirked as I heard Zayn hiss through his teeth. His hands found my hips and his fingers dug in slightly and almost instantly relaxed. Why was he so damn worried?
I skidding my lips up the side of his neck and gently tugged on his ear lobe before making my way to his mouth that was releasing harsh breaths. I brushed our lips together and ground my hips down into his, making him moan into my mouth. Zayn’s hands moved from my hips up my sides and gently took his t shirt with it. I repeated my previous motions and he struggled for air more and more each time. I ground a little bit harder and felt Zayn’s erection against crotch. Once more and he caught my hips, not letting me move anymore.
“Why do you have to make this so fucking difficult for me Haley?” I grabbed his hands and guided them back up my sides. I leaned down, close to his ear and let him feel my breath deepen as his fingers grazed my breasts.
“Because I’m ready for you… all of you.”
~
When I woke up, I let all my other senses react before I opened my eyes. I could feel Zayn’s chest under me and I knew exactly where I was. I was in Zayn’s bed, in Zayn’s room and I couldn’t have ever been happier. I remembered the sheer passion that came with each thrust that went into me. There was no wall, no barrier, and it was amazing. I could feel his fingers drawing circles on the small of my back and he knew that I was awake. Slowly, I propped myself on my elbow, feeling surprisingly a little bit sore, but I didn’t care.
When I met Zayn’s glare, it startled me a little. The joy wasn’t in his eyes as I’m sure that was in mine. As soon as he registered that he was staring at me, he shifted his gaze around the room. “Good morning,” I spoke sweetly, ignoring his apparent sour attitude. He just sighed. I leaned down to kiss his chest and I felt his skin tense.
“Morning,” he finally replied.
“Okay, what’s going on?”
“Like you don’t know.” I gave him a serious gaze, getting a little pissed off.
“Zayn you didn’t hurt m…” He shushed me, pulling my free arm to the front of me and daring me to observe it. There were a few large purple markings on my biceps, and I remembered exactly what they were from. There was a point the night before, where he was still holding back. He was still worried that something would go wrong. I begged him. When he finally gave in, I was a little taken back by his grip on my arms, but it was quickly subsided by the new sensation between my legs. After that, I was in too much bliss to notice.
I watched as he slowly drew his hand to my arm and aligned his fingers with the markings. I got goose bumps from the contrast of his warm touch to my cool skin and he practically jumped backwards. Did he think that he had scared me? There was no such thought in my mind.
Before I could stop him, Zayn stood up and walked out of the room. I was about to protest when I heard the bathroom door shut. Deciding that it wasn’t worth trying to calm him down at the moment, I stood up and grabbed one of his flannels off of the floor and put on my panties as well. The wood floor was cold on my feet, but was a nice contrast from Zayn’s hot skin. Going to the kitchen, I started some breakfast to also start to try to bring Zayn to his freaking senses.
Zayn didn’t sing in the shower this morning. I was kind of depressed because that’s what normally got me out of bed in the morning. It was always something different, but it always sounded amazing because it was coming from his mouth. By the time that he had gotten out, I had made pancakes, bacon, eggs, and had cut fresh strawberries. He came trudging into the kitchen in a black pair of sweats that hung marvelously low on his hips. I sighed as I sat his plate in front of him and kissed the top of his head. I poured us both a glass of orange juice and walked over to the table, taking my seat and digging into my pancakes.
“Why did you make all of this?” he said blandly.
“Because I’m in a good mood.” I jumped a little when I heard his fork hit his plate. I looked up to see Zayn’s elbows on the table and his head in his hands.
“How can you be in such a fucking good mood when I did that to you?!” I jumped at his tone as he gestured towards my arms that were now covered by clothing. Staying calm, I stood up from my chair. His eyes locked with mine and his expression was discouraging me from approaching him, but that didn’t stop me. Without the slightest care in the world, I walked over to Zayn and used all my might to pry his arms away from the table. I sat down in his lap and he just stared at me, his face expressionless. I leaned forward and kissed him softly, but he didn’t give a response; I wasn’t expecting him too.
Sliding my hand up his chest, I kissed him again and wrapped my hand to the back of his neck, pulling our foreheads together. He closed his eyes and let out a breath. Success.
“Why are you trying to get me to react to you? Do you have any idea how hard you are to resist?”
“Then don’t resist me.” I kissed him again and after a second, he responded. We pulled away, slightly out of breath and he kept his eyes closed.
“I hurt you.”
“No you didn’t.” Pressing my lips to his once again, he finally completely gave in and started to let his hands roam my body, still being particularly careful when he traveled to my upper arms.
~
At first, Zayn and I thought that we were going for a walk through the park not far from the boys’ flats. When we realized that we may or may not die of hypothermia, we decided that we’d better take cover some place before we were ready to head back to the complex.
Zayn pulled me to a little place on the corner of nowhere and we ducked into what seemed to be a small café. The room was pretty dark and the only light seemed to be illuminating from five or six brick fireplaces that were spread through the room. There were couches and chairs around each one and it was really quite a tasteful atmosphere. I saw a very few flashes follow us into the restaurant and Zayn led me to a couch where no one else was sitting around us. I snuggled into him as he sat down, placing me between the arm of the couch and his firm torso. I pulled my knees to my chin, allowing all of my shivers to work their way out of my body.
After a while, I watched as Zayn stood and strolled over to a little counter where there was a man with particularly shaggy hair, both on his head and his face, who was grinding coffee beans and packing them into different jars and containers. They talked for some time and the man behind the counter kind of gestured towards me with his head. Zayn glanced over and then nodded his head vigorously before he began talking with the man again.
I could smell the beans throughout the entire place and the smell was fantastic. Knowing that Hannah and I were both from here and not America, I smiled at the thought that we both preferred coffee over tea. Zayn looked over at me and smiled back, probably thinking that I was directing it towards him. He paid the man, who seemed to be young looking behind the locks, and walked back over to me. I pulled off my sweater and a few more flashed went off before I took my coffee from Zayn.
Zayn and I sat, taking turns with turning our gaze from each other to the fire and back to each other again. I didn’t know what it was, but I found myself giggling whenever I caught him staring at me. There was something so intent about his gaze and I just couldn’t shake the hold that he had on me. I sat me coffee on the table in front of me and tucked myself into Zayn’s side. He slouched down and caught my lips in a sweet kiss. My phone started to vibrate in my pocket and I groaned as I let him know that I actually had to check who it was.
From: Emma
I’ve got a new 1 4 u, but idk if u want it :/
I groaned and sent a reply.
To: Emma
How long have u been my stylist? Of course il take it.
From: Emma
Kk J 2morow at urs?
I smiled at her excitement and turned to Zayn.
“Babe, are we doing anything tomorrow?”
“How come?”
“Because Emma wants to meet to talk about a new job.”
“She could just meet us at the flat if that’s cool with you. I’m pretty sure that everyone’s coming over tomorrow.”
“Everyone?” Zayn had told me about Hannah’s fear of leaving the house. This had struck an entire new feeling of guilt in my heart, knowing that she had left to come and see Harry and we were lucky that we hadn’t destroyed her.
“I’m pretty sure.” I wasn’t sure if his eyes were glowing because of the fire light, or because he was talking about Hannah’s progress. I didn’t care either way; jealousy was something that I needed to put a stop to. There was no point. He could be happy for his friend and still love me. Now, I had no tension between Hannah and me. We both had similar tastes, a love for fashion, the same favorite color and different boyfriends. I knew that Harry would be there for her every step of the way, so there was no reason that I couldn’t be there for her too.
We sat for awhile longer, sipping our drinks. There was nothing that I liked better than the fire. It was warm and Zayn’s arm around me let me know that I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I wasn’t sure what happened, but my eyes suddenly got heavy. I rested my head on his shoulder and he began humming again. I recognized it this time. It was what he had been humming to me all along. “…and all your little things,” he slightly picked up at the end. That was it. I was out.
“Babe? Babe.” Zayn shook me subtly. Opening my eyes, I tried to muffle my yawn as I smiled at him. He chuckled at my response to him.
“Sorry, I don’t know what happened.” I joined him laughing. “Hey, what were you and that guy talking about?” I made a gesture towards the man behind the counter and then I looked back towards Zayn.
“Oh, he was asking if… If we were together.” There was something about his voice that made me slightly uneasy. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the man looking at me intently. I quickly averted my gaze, not wanting Zayn to notice. I just smiled at Zayn, trying to put his mind at ease.
“Do you think it’s about time to go?” Zayn nodded his head and we clambered up from the couch and made our way towards the door. He held the door open for me and I turned back to smile my thanks. Over his shoulder, I just caught the man behind the counter still staring at me as we walked away.
so in love with this one !!! update soon!!!
10/20/16