30 Zara

30

Zara

I bit my lip, my stomach nervously clenching. Hayden did not have sex for two years and I was scared that I might not… I shook my head. It was all nerves. It would be good. More than that, because it was him.

He was still holding my hand, his thumb rubbed on my knuckles as we walked on the familiar path towards our cabin. The night air was fresh, smell of ocean wafting in our direction as we crunched through.

“Are you sure, Zara?” He asked, glancing at me. His lashes made shadows on his cheekbones under the moonlight. Leaves rustled with cool wind. I pressed closer to him, have his warmth around me, making me feel safe.

“I am sure, Hayden.” I squeezed his hand, admiring how our hands fit perfectly. “Are you?”

“To be honest…” he trailed on when we entered the cabin, closing ourselves from the outside world. Alone in a cozy cabin by the shore. “I am scared of coming too quickly.”

His cheeks were slashed with color, watching me with his deep blue eyes. “It’s okay,” I whispered,