“But who goes first?” Niall asked. He turned it on but neither of us were focused on it. Amateur sex Why aren’t you dressed yet?” Niall, being Niall, just wanted and cared about food. My breathing slowed but I was too exhausted to move, so I just lay, with the boys next to me; their soft breathing lulled me to sleep. Zayn lead me to his couch and we both sat opposite the TV. I reached up and slid off his Varsity jacket, then slipped my hands under his shirt and pulled it off. “Sorry mate, couldn’t help myself. He leaned in closer to me and kissed me tenderly on the lips. “Now. Where do you want to go?”
“Let’s go back to my place,” Zayn suggested.
