Page 27 of Forbidden Mischief
As we part ways once I get to my room, I watch Zayne head further down the hall before pausing at his own door.
“Goodnight, Asher.” He smiles.
“Goodnight, Zayne.” My voice is rough as I try to hold myself back. It’s not easy, that's for damn sure.
Before I say fuck it and potentially scare my mate off, I open my bedroom door and head inside.
I lock the door, as if that’s going to do any help.
Stripping everything off until I’m down to my boxers, I crawl into bed.
I won’t be able to sleep with this erection ever since Zayne’s lips touched mine.
Closing my eyes, I slide my hand under my blanket, then into my boxers. Wrapping my hand around my shaft, I pleasure myself to the thought of my mate and all the dirty things I can’t wait to do to him, cumming with his name on my lips.
I’ll wait a lifetime for him to be ready for more. Because what I care about the most is having him. Everything else is just a bonus.
It’s been about a week since we’ve gone out to the movies.
I’ve always thought it was stupid when people spent all their waking hours with their partner when getting into a new relationship because life goes on and you can’t just change everything to revolve around that person.
Clearly, I was the stupid one because that’s exactly how things have been with us. Not that we’re in a relationship. I’m not really sure what we are, to be honest.
We’re dating, we’re mates, but is he my boyfriend?
I want him to be.
Not wanting to pressure him, I haven’t brought it up.
It feels like we are. I can’t remember a moment where Zayne and I haven’t been together. When we’re at home, we’re hanging out.
When we’re at school, we’re eating lunch together or spending the small time between breaks finding places to hide away for stolen kisses. Each one carved into my soul.
Like right now.
Zayne has me pressed up against the wall, hiding in a dark corner in a dead part of the school, his lips on mine, tongues tangled together. We’ve upgraded to full on makeouts and every time my brain short circuits.
“We should get going,” he groans, taking a step back.
I don’t like that. He needs to come back here right now. I’ve been such a good boy, keeping the urge to take control, to dominate him, under control and let him set the pace. And I’m going to continue to do so until I know he’s ready because I know, the moment he is, there’s no holding back on my part. There’s just no way I’ll be able to. This man, while he doesn’t know it, fuckingownsme.
We’ve spent hours getting to know one another. Everything I learn about him, I love, no matter how small or silly.
It’s not just the bond that has me consumed by this man. It’s the man himself. Zayne is an amazing person. He’s kind, funny, and caring. He’s outgoing; even though I’d rather hide in the shadows, he’s as bright as the sun.
Not to mention talented and smart. Can’t forget drop dead gorgeous. My mate is literally anyone's dream man.
“Or, we could stay,” I rumble, my hand itching to reach out and pull him back.
His grin has my heart racing. It’s a fucking sight to behold every damn time. “We could. But we would also risk detention if we’re caught.”
“Fine,” I grumble. “For the first time, I just want to skip school.”
“Gasp.” He puts his hand to his heart. “Mister Goody Two Shoes wants to be a bad boy and skip?”
Pushing myself off the wall, I step closer, towering over him. His pupils dilate. Bringing my face close to his, I say, “Trust me, baby. I’m not a good boy. Not even close.”
He lets out a shuddering breath when I lift my hand up, brushing my thumb against his cheek. “And when you're ready, I’ll show you just how bad I can be.”
