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I growl, rocking into his touch. Fuck, that feels good. Too good.
“I want you,” Zayne pants against my lips before kissing me again. I groan and it takes everything in me not rut against his hand.
Before we both do something we might regret, I grab his hand and entwine my fingers with his. My back presses firmly against the rough bark of the tree. Chest heaving, I shake my head, bringing his hand up to kiss the back of it.
“Not like this. We’ve both been drinking. And you deserve better. When we take things to the next level, I want both our minds to be clear. I want to make sure it’s good for you. Trust me, I want you. Badly. So don’t think I don’t. I just think my mate deserves his first time exploring a man to not be drunk at a party with people around.”
The pout he gives me makes it hard to say no. He’s so adorable right now.
“Fine,” he sighs heavily.
Smiling, I tug him away from the tree. “Ready to go home?”
“Yeah,” Zayne answers just before he yawns wide. “I could use some sleep.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed.” I chuckle.
“Hey, don’t make fun of me. Today was a long day.”
“I’d never make fun of you.” I wrap my arm around his shoulder. “And you're right, it was. But it was a good day.”
“The best day.” He grins up at me, stopping my heart.
Helping Zayne into the passenger seat, I take the driver’s.
We’re hardly down the road from the party before he’s snoring away.
Laughing to myself, I turn the radio on low and drive us home.
“Zayne.” I rub his arm. “Baby, we’re here.” The name just slips off my tongue, but I like it.
“Five more minutes,” he murmurs before letting out a loud snore.
“Oh boy.” I chuckle. Getting out of the car, I make my way to his side.
He’s out cold, so trying to get him to walk to his room is not an option.
So, I scoop him up and, with some effort, manage to get him in the house and up to his room.
Placing him on his bed, I take his shoes off and tuck him in. I’d put him into something more comfortable, but it’s not a fight I’d want to try for right now.
“Goodnight,” I murmur, kissing his forehead. “Thanks for tonight.”
He mumbles something in his sleep before snuggling into the blanket.
Smiling, I stand there for a moment longer, watching him so sweet and innocent right now, looking so cute.
This man,yeah, I’m a total goner.
The thought both excites and scares me, but I won’t let fear ruin the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
CHAPTER 14
ZAYNE
I wake up to the taste of stale liquor and regret. My head is pounding, my body feels like I got hit by a spell gone wrong, and best of all—I can still feel Asher’s mouth on mine.
Fuck.
