Same Time

eleven.

j a i m e e

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TRIGGER WARNING: smut, anxiety attack

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Arms wrap around my waist and I giggle as I'm pulled towards a warm body. Shayden's head dips into the crook of my neck as his peppers small pecks against my skin.

"What are you doing?" I ask almost breathlessly, relaxing into his arms.

"Thought I'd treat my girl to some one and one time." He hums against me, sending flutters into my stomach instantly. I squeeze my thighs together.

"Hm?" I say, spinning around so we're facing each other. Chest to chest. "And how do you aim to do that?"

"How about I show you after I shower, yeah?" He smirks, nipping at my earlobe. A massive smile embraces my face as I shake my head in disbelief at him. "Does that sound good, baby girl?"

Fuck.

That pet name almost makes my knees buckle as heat floods my body. He knows it's my weakness. Fuck, he knows that.

"You're playing a dirty game, Nkosi."

"Who ever said I'd play fair?" He rebuts immediately, his signature smirk still littering his face.

"Get in the shower. Stop teasing." Using all my self-restraint, I pull myself away from him.

He saunters away towards his bathroom as I collapse onto his bed, inhaling his lingering scent deeply in order to calm myself.

Saying he makes it hard for me to think clearly would be an understatement. Shayden was fucking intoxicating, so much that it hurt sometimes to be away from him.

It doesn't take long for the bathroom door to reopen and my stare is fixated on the door the moment I spotted Shayden.

My eyes traced the droplets of water cascading down his carved muscles, following them until they slip under his towel. I pressed my thighs together unconsciously, cursing myself mentally for the sudden desire to touch him. I couldn't lie to myself, I wanted him to drop the towel. I wanted to see him, touch him, feel him. Against me, next to me, inside of me.

This overwhelming sense of desire feels awfully foreign. Yet the fear threatening to overtake my senses dims slightly as I remember who I'm in a room with.

While my mind is running around in circles, I realize Shayden is studying me. I felt so insecure contained inside my oversized band hoodie and ripped jeans and he obviously noticed how different my attire was now compared to years ago.

Regardless, he still made it hard to breathe; he made it hard to think.

Our thoughts seem to shift at the same time, as lust pools into his black orbs so suddenly. The atmosphere shifts, goosebumps decorating the back of my neck as he walks up to me.

Our body's fused together. Shayden's hand holds the back of my head, smashing our lips together as we fight for dominance. Without even hesitating, I climb further back on the bed and Shayden follows me, not breaking our kiss for even a second. His towel falls off as he leans over me and I don't even have time to admire his body as he starts tugging my hoodie over my head, leaving me in my white lace bra.

His tongue slips into my mouth and, without warning, my jeans are off. Shayden let's out a feral growl as his eyes rake over me. I ached for more, using my grip on his hair to pull his face back towards me.