- Elizabeth -
Zayn had barely closed the door behind him when the atmosphere shifted, electric and charged with unspeakable tension. Before me stood Zayn, draped only in a towel that clung to his sleek frame, droplets of water glistening on his skin like jewels under the soft light. His eyes, dark and hungry, roamed my body with a ferocity that set my heart racing. This was the moment I had been waiting for—my pulse thudded in sync with the heat that radiated between us.
I bit my lip, fighting the smile that threatened to emerge. Zayn leaned against the doorframe, muscles taut, his expression a mix of mischief and dominance. "You've been quite naughty, Lizzie," he said, his voice a deep growl that sent shivers down my spine. "Tell me, do you know the rules?"
I felt a rush of adrenaline.
