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I think about Zayne a lot before I go to bed. I relive our kiss in the woods again and again. The feel of his strong and warm body against mine. The taste of his warm wet mouth, the feel of his tongue as it stroked mine, as my body had tightened, warmed. And those hands, how he had caressed my back, and my hair and inhaled my scent like he’s never smelled anything so intoxicating.

I can't believe how bold I'd been to follow him tonight and get so close to him, it's not like me at all. I don't even talk to people or males like him.

I wonder what it is about him that makes me feel so much. I blame Lily, she put thoughts like this in my head.

I’m lost in my thoughts, with my gaze on the full moon through the opened curtain as sleep drags me away.

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“Alina? Alina? Sweetheart, can you hear me?” the words come slowly, muffled, I blink slowly trying to make sense of it. I feel drowsy and slow. Fierce blue eyes stare at me

“Zayne…” I call sluggishly.

I rub my left eye sleepily u