We don't say anything but we embrace again, this time the kiss has more heat. I manoeuvre my arms around his neck and rack them through his dark brown hair. Our bodies are pushed up together and his mouth searches hungrily in mine. His hands slip down my back and cup my buttocks, pushing our lower bodies together. We are broken apart only from the sound of a car backfiring up the street. We both spring away and then burst out laughing, running out of the water and onto the towels. Lying under the stars with our towels together and our fingers intertwined, I feel happy; content.
"Hey Court?"
"Yeah Zayn?" I ask.
"Tonight was perfect."
I roll over and hold my head up with my hand and stare into his eyes. "It was, wasn't it?" I reply with a rhetorical question. He smiles and sits up the same way.
"Do you want to come back to mine after? My parents are out tonight at a party…" He trails off suggestively.
"Sure, are we talking movies or … ?" I ask with my eyebrows raised.
He grabs my face between his hands and kisses me passionately. I lie down and wrap my arms around him, just as enthusiastic as he is. The kiss was an answer to my question.
(At Zayn's house)
When Zayn opened the door to his house we immediately started kissing, ripping our clothes off until we were only in our underwear. He scooped me up into his arms, and carried me up the stairs as we were both giggling to each other. He softly laid me down on his bed and as we made love, I didn't think there was anywhere else in the world that I would rather be.