A little while later, Zayn lets me sleep on his chest. I was still high from another blast of my orgasm. This time, I was successful enough to make him loosen the knot in his stomach too. He felt great, he said. He had fun, he said. Well, I'm glad.But an unexplainable kind of feeling resides in my heart which makes me feel empty within. I know that he's right beside me, cuddling me up, but there's something else that tells me I'm going to lose him. To someone else, or God... I don't know."What is your pretty brain thinking about?" He whispers in my ear, deliberately trying to remove my thoughts."Nothing..." I say softly, pushing myself closer into his haven. He strokes my semi-wavy yet soft brunette hair as he sniffs it. Oh, shoot. He shouldn't have inhaled even a piece of my hair. I stink like a pig-"You stink like a pig. Oink oink." My jaw drops to the pillow. "Meanie!" Screaming aloud, I try to detach myself from the human slug. Yet he offers greater resistance and at once pu

Cassandra has her jaw dropped to the floor. The man in front of her was dead serious on making her his girlfriend. Little did she know, that once his family finds our about his affair with an underage girl, he will face questioning and consequences worse than a prisoner."I- I like you too, professor—" Zayn shuts her mouth with a chaste kiss. Her eyes wide and her limbs frozen, Zayn chuckles as he pushes her spectacles up on her nose."I'm not saying I'm attracted to you sexually. I would become worse than a pedophile in that case. I'm saying I sense this odd kind of familiarity from you that I would definitely explore through this relationship. Indeed, we have similar kind of interests, but I will be glad to be called as Cassandra's boyfriend than anything else." He says to her.She looks down on her lap, incredibly shy. Lifting her head, she gathers the courage to utter a few words that makes his eyebrows jump."Boyfriends don't give just a small kiss while proposing." She says. Her

"Have some egg rolls. My chef cooks it really good." The caring boyfriend offers her his lunch box. The two were partially busy correcting papers for their class. The slip test was actually included in the marks too. "No, I'm good. You have a chef?" Cassandra asks sweetly, feeding him her own sandwich. The male nods, smiling. "I'm so plump and healthy because of her.""No. I'm worried." Her words makes his eyebrows come closer, "I thought your mom would make you food. My mom always makes my lunch boxes. If not, Louis can. He's a good chef." Says the 17 year old.Out of the blue, Zayn couldn't chew properly nor let it go down his throat. His bitter smile makes her realize she went too far with her comparison."I'm sorry... I didn't mean to—""No. I'm actually happy that you have people around you to make lunch. It gives me assurance that someone truly loves you. Cares for you." He says, stroking her hair softly. The girl felt absolutely careless about her own self. She shouldn't have

"C- Cassie... I think I'm going mad." And the call disconnects. The poor woman was given nothing for any information. Was he at home? Was he at someone else's place? How was she supposed to know? Learning that her face was all scrunched up, Louis approaches her."What happened?" Says the boy, holding Cassandra's shoulder."It's Mr Johnson. He- he is having something going on. I think he's nearby, that's why he called me—""No, no honey. Let's call the police—" Cassandra's biological mother responds. Cassandra was conflicted with the choice at hand. Will she able to handle the situation herself? Will she be drawn into potential danger too if she went without protection?But her intuition said that he needed her emotionally present than physically. Upon dialling his number thrice already, no response ever again, the girl begins to worry. Her family dinner was ruined, and she apologized to them before running out at once."Mom, I'll be right back.""No, Cassie— Cassie wait! CASSANDRA!" b

It was at midnight. Zayn woke up again after having a really bad dream.It was of a couple who was found dead by the side of the coffee shop. The street looked familiar, and so did the blurred faces of the couple. It was a man in a plain cream trench coat and a woman who was in shorts as well as a trench coat over her shoulders. It seemed to be somewhere near to the winter seasons.The poor man shakes his head to get rid of the imagery. He was too stunned to move a muscle more. Gathering some energy, he walks barefoot towards the kitchen downstairs to get some water. He was also perspiring without reason.Suddenly, a headache spikes up as he groans in pain. He sits down on the floor, the cold bottle of water in his hand."Ah. Fuck." He moans in pain. The lights to the kitchen switches on as he sees his mother coming around."Son? Hey, you alright sweetie?" She approaches him."I had a bad dream, mother." He complains to her like a little child."Why don't you sleep beside mama, hmm? C