- Zayn -
The soft, golden glow of the late afternoon sun streamed through the expansive windows of my loft, casting long shadows across the elegant room. I could hear the faint sounds of the city below, but at that moment, all I could focus on was Lizzie. She stood there, her eyes dancing across the impressionist paintings that adorned my walls, the art showcasing vibrant hues that mirrored the tumult of my heart. I was forever changed by this weekend in L.A.—the laughter, the shared curiosity, the undeniable spark that felt electric between us. There was sweetness in the air, but I could also sense the undercurrent of unease that had crept in over the past few days. Tomorrow afternoon, we fly out to Boston, where her sister and her husband will pick us up for dinner to discuss a double p
