Authors Note
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Hey lovelies...
So today is the final chapter that will be up for TBWBE (The Boy With Blue Eyes)
I know some of you will be upset, and that's understandable—it was a pretty decent fan fiction. Please don't leave any hate in the comments. If your inner fangirl/fanboy isn't satisfied, I might do a Q&A. Leave your questions in the comments and I'll try and answer them in a update. If I get enough feed back, I might do another Zanemau book. But until then, please check out my newest ship-book "You're A Dork". It's a Travlyn fanfic. Until next time, stay cool.
Love, Blue💙

Aphmau

My immediate response to hearing Zane's voice is to hug him. I wrap my trembling arms around his neck and hold on like he might disappear, which was likely.

"Z-Zane?" I tremble. His body is colder than usual.

"I'm right here, everything's going to be okay..." He whispers in my ear quietly. I let a sob out. It was really him. I was really embracing him. I look up slowly. His face is the same as it had always been. Perfect. I lift a shaky hand up and touch it. His face flushed red at my touch. I lift my head up and connect my lips with his.

Even the first kiss I had ever had with Garroth never felt like this. Passionate. Deep. Loving. Garroth's kisses had been mellow, not that I had ever cared. Zane's kisses were so much sweeter. I pull back, my hands still messily grasping his black hair. His arms griped my waist firmly.

"Don't ever leave me again." I whisper. He chuckles softly and nods.

"I would never." He smiles. I kiss him again. He lifts me up while still kissing me and holds me bridal style as he lays me down on a flat rock that over looks the village. He straddles me roughly, grabbing my face and pulling me closer.

"I want you." He whispers.

"You have me." I say back. He smiles through our kiss and slowly removes every doubt I ever had in the form of something much more intimate than kissing.

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I lay on the rock with Zane, my head on his bare chest. His breathing was heavy, but he was awake. Every now and then, he would fiddle with a strand of my hair. It was cute and every time my cheeks would heat up. Slowly, I could hear my own breath mellowing out. Effortlessly, I fell asleep.

I awoke before Zane. His grip was tight around my waist. I tried to remove his hands but they wouldn't budge. I looked over at him and saw a smirk planted on his face.

"You're awake!" I shout, hitting his bare chest. His upper muscles flex at my hit making them rock hard. I blush deeply but look contently at his face. His eyes burst open at the impact and he groans.

"Dang it!" He grumbles with a light laugh.

"You're so weird!" I giggle as I stand up. I instantly realize my mistake.

I didn't have clothes on. I was as bare as a baby's bottom. My cheeks bare a bright red and I don't dare turn around. Zane laughs.

"What a view!" His smirk is audible through his voice. My hands turn into fists.

"Shut up!" I yell, but my voice is a high-pitched squeal. He laughs to himself and comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. I blush a deeper red. He was naked too. He smirks and kisses my cheek.

"What's wrong, sweetie? Embarrassed—"

"Shut up!" I scream. He chuckles and starts tickling my bare stomach. I scream and kick through his jagged hands, but it's no use. Finally, he has me pinned against a tree.

I look up at him with a huge smile. He smirked down at me.

I craved him, constantly, so deeply it was a physical ache.

He touches my chin, lifting my face up slightly.

"Aphmau?"

"Hm?"

"I could set fires with what I feel for you."

THE END
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