We are still in the classroom, he is making me wear my clothes like my loving boyfriend. He pulled the top down my head and gently pecked my lips, cheeks, chin and forehead, holding my waist. I just smiled blissfully, enjoying the touch of his soft lips all over my face.
"I love you a lot, Princess." He breathed against my lips.
"I love you more, Zain," I confessed back after sucking his lips softly.
After that we sat down on the desk, my head on his shoulder, our hands entwined. Within a few days only, he has become my necessity. Now I really can't even think of living without him.
"Zain, I'm tensed about mom," I suddenly uttered, looking at him, distressed.
"I'm with you, Princess. Everything will be fine." He blinked his eyes and slightly squeezed my hands in assurance. "Just
