Hope
I sat on Zayn's lap, a man who until a few minutes ago was someone I loathed and considered my enemy. Everything he said was surreal but on the other hand sitting here on his lap right now I had never felt so safe.
He brought his hand to my neck and ran his fingers across my birthmark. He made me feel things I don't ever remember feeling.
"Do you remember what this is?"
"My birthmark?" I asked in a low voice.
He pursed his lips together "It's not a birthmark. It is a mark though. My mark."
His eyes turned a few shades darker as he locked them on mine I felt a bit anxious. I bit down on my lip as he looked deeply into my soul. How in the world is he doing this? I mentally asked myself
"Your mark?" I repeated trying to break away from his hypnotic eyes and the spell he had me
