Your truth is my blame

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