"Relax, Zayn," Amy sighed, standing up from her position on the couch. She set the laptop down next to her and padded barefoot over to him, a small smile playing over her lips. Reaching him, she snaked her arms around his torso and leaned her head against his broad chest, taking in his cinnamon cologne. "They aren't saying anything bad about you, baby."

She felt the air he had sucked in release as his worries washed away, his body slouching against hers. "Boner shot, or something?" he guessed, wrapping his arms around her.

"Close, but no."

He cocked an eyebrow, a smirk rising on his lips. "How is something close to a boner shot but not?"

Amy pulled away from him, her hand latching onto his sleeve to tug him over towards the couch. "C'mon, I'll show you." © dj malik. // 2013

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