Zayd's lips were soft, pressing against hers. Lilyan's breathing hitched in her throat, then stopped altogether. She was not experienced in kissing, so she wasn't sure how to continue and still breathe. Before she had to figure it out, Zayd pulled away a few inches, a huge grin on his face.
“Do you think I'll fit on your new bed?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his golden eyes. Her face flushed. Did he plan to sleep with her again? Memories of what had happened the last time they slept beside each other raced through her mind. Zayd had said he had gotten carried away and that it wouldn't happen again. However, a small part of her wanted him to do it again.
He seemed very particular about not taking things too far with her. Was he avoiding getting her hopes up that they would be tog……
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