The Hero And His Swordsman

Zayn's brain short-circuited.

Wait.

Wait.

Was this really happening?

He barely had time to process it before she was on him again — but this time, she wasn't holding back.

She pushed him down, her fingers tangling in his hair, her soft curves pressing against him, and the —

Her lips crashed against his.

Zayn's mind went blank.

'Holy —'

Elisse was kissing him.

Not just a soft, hesitant kiss. Not just a fleeting touch of lips.

A real, deep, burning kiss.

Like she was afraid that if she stopped, he'd disappear again.

Like she was trying to make up for every second they'd wasted dancing around this.

Like she didn't want there to be a tomorrow — only this moment, right now.

Zayn barely had time to react before his body took over for him.