AVERY’s POV.
I open my eyes lightly as the sweet aroma of toast and coffee greets my nose. I gently pull my body to a sitting position to see Zayn standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his suit.
Oh goddess, this man. He is so fine, so f*****g perfect. The black tailored suit looks so good on him. I mean, how can one person look so handsome and beautiful without even trying.
“You ogle at me too much” his voice cuts into my train of thought and I jolt, shifting uneasily on the bed. My mind drifts back to what happened last night and my cheek flush. When I begged him to mark me and make me his.
The moment those words left my mouth, he pulled me against the wall and trapped me there, his huge body towering above me. At that moment I couldn’t think straight, I only wanted him. I rememb
