If Time Stands Still

62- back to reality

My apologies to those fasting, feel free to skim through/skip the smutty bits 😅

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It's better than pills how you put me to sleep" 🎶

Aylin's POV

Sleeping cuddled up with your person seems like the loveliest thing in theory, but in practice... fück, I forgot just how hot it gets under the sheets when I'm encompassed between his bare torso and arms, his shoulder keeping me pinned down by my hair, his chin nestled in the crook of my neck, then my cheek, inevitably scraping me with his stubble and also, the uneven sheets that keep getting pulled off my body.

Needless to say however, I missed it more than I could ever imagine. I wouldn't have it any other way than to be woken up throughout the night due to being smothered by him. Uncomfortable as it can get, I've never felt safer than in this moment, entwined with his body.

Pulling away slightly to turn around, his arms subconsciously hold a little tighter as he shift closer, chest to my back as a soft groan leaves his lips. I smile slightly, allowing myself to melt into him, bringing my free hand up to cup his warm cheek. He always would overheat during an intense slumber.

I swear, he'd be getting clammy already and would still refuse to let go. Reaching up to check his temperature, I sweep his damp strands out of his forehead as best as I can.

"Zayn?" I stroke his cheek gently, moving down to his shoulder and then across his arms, "Hey."

"Hmm?" He hums tiredly.

"You awake?"

"Mm." Another hum in response.

I chuckle slightly, "Mind letting me see you?"

"Mm."

"Zayn." I twiddle his fingers until I feel him shift behind me, slowly letting go of my body and allowing me to turn around to face him.

"Ugh, it's so hot." is the first thing he properly says, fanning himself with his hand.

"You're a clinger." I prop myself up on my elbow as I bring my other hand to his forehead, "You sure you're not still feverish? Feels like you're burning up."

Finally, his eyes meet mine in the dark. Just as beautiful, just as vibrant, despite struggling to keep open.

"Nah," he runs a hand over his face before reaching for the glass of water on his left, "you shiver a lot throughout the night. Thought you were getting cold."

"Well, I was." I pull the sheets evenly across the mattress now, "Then too hot. Just wanted to make sure you're okay."

He sits up slightly, gulping down most of the liquid before offering some to me which I gladly finish. Just as I twist my body to put the glass down, I feel his weight shift on the mattress and I'm met with his face right in mine.

"Thank you." He smiles, hand coming up to cup my cheek, leaving a long and gentle peck on my lips, but surprises me with a sneaky bite as he pulls back, "Goodnight."

I groan frustratedly as he retreats, but since it's the middle of the night, I lay down with him again. In the corner of my eye however, I notice him still watching me.

"What?" I turn my head to face him.

"What was that?" He smirks, "That little groan."

"Nothing." I glance at the alarm clock, "It's four in the morning. Can we go back to sleep?"