Stay with me

The warmth of Zaya's lips against mine was everything I hadn't realised I needed. The world around us seemed to disappear, the ache in my body momentarily replaced by something softer, something that filled the hollow spaces inside me.

For days, I'd felt lost, drowning in guilt, regret, and the unbearable silence between us. But now, with Zaya so close, her steady presence grounding me, it felt like I could breathe again.

When I pulled back, my forehead rested lightly against hers, and I let out a shaky breath. My heart was racing, not from the fever or exhaustion, but from the way her touch had reignited everything I'd been trying to suppress. I'd missed her—God, I'd missed her.

"Layla," Zaya whispered, her voice barely audible. There was something raw in her tone, a mix of confusion and tenderness that made my chest tighten.

"I'm sorry," I murmured, my voice trembling as I searched her eyes. "I shouldn't have... I just... I missed you so much."