-Elizabeth-
It had been a few days since that whirlwind encounter on the night street, yet my smile had become a permanent fixture. The deep, passionate, downright panty-dropping kiss had consumed my thoughts, igniting a flurry of butterflies in my stomach. Every time I recalled the moment, I felt the rush of warmth and exhilaration. Nights turned into a symphony of daydreams where I explored possibilities—what if he pulled me closer? What if we shared another kiss? What if we stepped out of that street and into the nearby hotel room? My fantasies pulsed like a quiet drum, daring me to entertain thoughts of a hot encounter with the man whose charm could sweep a person off their feet. And I sure did. My pink vibrator on my nightstand fulfilled my every fantasy of Zayn dominating me, making
