Justin
I've never experienced something like that. I don't how to explain. If I sum it up into one word I would describe it as different.
Yes, that's right. It was just that. Different. It was different in the best way imaginable.
I would gladly take the opportunity to experience it again and again and again. As long it's Zayn who's holding me after.
That's another thing I have trouble explaining, even to myself. Being in his arms gives me a feeling I've never felt before.
It's like my body is burning with the sweetest sensation a man can ever experience. It's almost as if his touch is a torch blower setting fire to my skin.
The other thing about him is he's always on my mind. Every thought that runs through my head always ends up at him. I am easily distracted my the thought of him.
He's such a sweet distraction. I cant seem to stay focused when I am around him.
I feel a slightly empty feeling right now. He's not here, well he is. He's just in the kitchen but I still feel empty without him by my side.
Does that make me pathetic? I feel so much for him that it literally hurts to be away from him. Yeah, maybe that does make me a bit pathetic but I don't care.
He's mine and I have a right the feel empty without him.
I pull the covers off my body and instantly shiver at the contact the cold air makes with my skin. I climb out of bed my bare feet making contact with the cold wood floors.
I stretch my arms over my head and just as they reach the peak I feel a sharp pinch.
A small yelp slips before I can stop it. I am glad it isn't very loud because I would be beyond embarrassed if Zayn had heard me.
I grab my boxers and slowly pull them over my legs trying to ignore the slight soreness.
Zayn joked about this when woke up. He said I might have a little pain. But I didn't think I would actually be sore.
I slowly make my way to the kitchen and once I'm there I just stop to admire his body. I watched the way his back muscles flexed lightly as he grabbed different things.
"What're you doing?" I whisper as I wrap my arms around his waist.
"I'm baking you a cake."
Well, that's odd. I wonder idly why on earth would he just randomly bake me a cake. I hope this isn't his way of saying, hey, thanks for your virginity.
That's just, well odd.
"Why are you baking me a cake?'
He shakes his head before speaking, "I just wanted to bake you a cake."
"Can I not bake my boyfriend a cake?" He said after a long silence.
"Of course you can. But why?" I say still confused.
"Shut up before I pour this batter down the drain."
"No," I squeaked stopping his hands from any movement.
"I want that cake." I waited a few seconds before letting go of his hands.
I moved around him so I was standing between him and the counter.
"I uh, I told my mom yesterday."
"What'd you tell her?" He mumbled as he was looking through the cabinet above us.
