An online English class. Who am I kidding? I tuck myself away in the corner of the room, my eyes never daring to look up.

I'm itching to see him and keep fighting the temptation until he says something that makes my breath hitch.

"it is one thing

to see

the stars

but another

to taste them."

I can't tear my eyes away.

I've never been one to study for exams but when it comes to the curvature of his body I cram. The slope of his lips, the ripples of his spine, the texture of his midnight black hair, his toned muscles flexing beneath his shirt...the way his eyes shimmer in the sunlight. It hits him perfectly as it beams through the window, caressing his tan skin. His jawline is sharp and jagged, like it could slice the tip of my finger. I would take the chance anyway.

He was chiseled by a master of sculpture.

When he turns his head the contours of his cheekbones become more pronounced.

What I would give to kiss his cheek, to watch those long lashes cast shadows as his eyes flutter closed.

To confess my love over sappy love poems and a steaming mug of coffee.

"Mr. Malik," a girl's voice resonates through the empty room. "I object. You can't taste the stars."

"Maybe you're right Jess. It's just a thought to ponder."

I turn in my assignment without uttering a word.

Who would want to taste the stars?

only fools

would risk

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c

h

i

n

g

their mouths

"Harry hold up."

"I promised Sam a ride."

"Too bad."

"Excuse me?" I look into his eyes for a sign but he remains silent. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Too bad you don't love her."

"Like you care. Do me a favor and kindly fuck off."

"Please," he reaches for my hand and I can't pull away.

My chin tremors as he gives my hand a light squeeze.

"I can't do this Mr. Malik, just-"

"Zayn," he smiles, his lashes batting slowly as he blinks.

"Zayn," I echo, turning the name over on my tongue.

"Beautiful."

And he's leaning over the desk, his lips finding mine.

It's slow, deep and curious kissing, our lips softly smacking but God it's enough. It's more than enough. He stops and I climb over the table, completely out of my damn mind. His lips find the patch of skin behind my ear, his hands moving down and settling on my hips. My fingers tangle in his hair, feeling the heat of his scalp and his lips travel to my neck.

"Tell me you feel it Zayn," I moan as he sucks at my skin, his teeth scraping and grazing. I know he's littering my neck with little marks but I don't mind. "Tell me, tell me."

The intensity of his gaze makes me shiver. He draws back for a second and words work their way out of his mouth.

"I feel it."

My heart hammers with every letter.

His tongue licks back over the areas his teeth nipped at and my cheeks flush.

I'm noticeably hard but it doesn't phase him.

"Zayn, fuck Zayn."

He pauses, probably unaware that he has completely unraveled me. Then he peppers my face with kisses and my heart softens and melts like warm wax.

A shiver runs down my spine as he whispers into the crook of my neck. He's reciting E.E. Cummings and it's fucking perfect.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Each word he murmurs tickles, not only my skin but my heart. My entire body tingles.

it was as if

suddenly the universe

unfolded before

my very eyes

The world has flopped upside down and my stomach has too. He kissed me.

And he does it again. Hungrily this time, with so much passion I think I'm losing my sanity. His tongue pursues mine madly. It's so wild, so driven if you asked me what my name was I couldn't give an answer.

I'm not sure if the ground is still beneath my feet and I'm not entirely sure I believe in gravity but hell, I believe in miracles.

It's fierce stolen kisses that mean the most. He's frantic, his nails digging into my back like a crescent moon, making dents in my delicate flesh.

My tongue stutters as his traces patterns on mine, repeating them time and time again until I tug at his hair too hard. My fists let go of his soft black tufts and he pulls away, panting.

your tongue

trailing

over mine,

temptation

has a taste

I'm still in a stupor, struggling to pull my brain out of the fog.

The universe is bursting behind my eyelids, the galaxies and milky way swirling around in the darkness.

"I think I know what the stars taste like."

His thumb pads across my bottom lip, parting them gently. It dips into my mouth, his knuckles grazing my soft palate. My tongue darts and dashes, feeling the grooves and creases of his finger. He slips it out and I look at him, stunned.

"What was that?"

"I wanted to leave an imprint of the constellations on the tip of your tongue."