The night felt like it would never end, and neither of them wanted it to.

  Zayn had Kay pinned against the wall, his lips claiming hers with a force that left her breathless. The air was thick with desire, every touch, every kiss intensifying the heat between them. There were no words, only the overwhelming need for each other. The world outside ceased to exist as they lost themselves in each other, in the wild, untamed passion they couldn't seem to control.

  Zayn's hands roamed over her body, each touch sending waves of fire through her veins. Kay’s fingers tangled in his dark hair, pulling him closer as her body responded instinctively to his. They were frantic, desperate, as if they had been starved for this moment, for each other, for the release that only came when they were together.

  The night stretched on. Kay’s skin was a canvas of his touch, marked with the imprints of his fingers, the tender bruises left behind as Zayn claimed her again and again. He worshipped her like she was the only thing that mattered, the only thing that could make him feel alive. And she, too, lost herself in him, in the way he made her feel, in the way he made her forget everything else.

  Their bodies moved in sync, perfect harmony as they found each other again and again. Zayn was relentless, pulling her deeper into the storm of passion, and Kay was right there with him, matching his intensity, her body responding to every movement. She had never known such hunger, such desperation, and the way Zayn made her feel, like she was everything he wanted, everything he needed, only made it worse.

  They didn’t stop until the early morning hours, when exhaustion finally caught up with them. Zayn collapsed next to her, his breathing heavy as he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her.

  “I never…” he started, his voice thick with emotion. “I never thought I could feel this with someone, Kay. I’ve never been this consumed, this lost in someone.”

  Kay smiled, her body still tingling from the night they had shared. “I don’t know if I can either,” she murmured, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest. “But I’m glad it’s you.”

  They lay there, in silence, their bodies tangled together, as the first rays of sunlight began to break through the curtains. Zayn’s fingers gently caressed her skin, and Kay’s eyes fluttered shut as she drifted off into a peaceful sleep, feeling content in a way she never had before.

  But the peaceful moment didn’t last.

  Kay sti?rred when she heard the familiar sound of the front door opening. She groggily looked at the clock, eyes widening when she realized the time. They had overslept. They hadn’t heard him come in. Panic surged through her, and she pushed herself up from the bed, quickly grabbing for her clothes. Zayn was still half asleep, his arm draped over the pillow where she had been lying, but when he saw her moving, he groaned.

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  “Kay, what’s wrong?”

  “Ravi’s here" she whispered, pulling on her shirt and grabbing her pants. “We have to move.”

  Zayn quickly sat up, his mind catching up to the situation. “Shit. We can’t let him find out.”

  “Are you kidding?” Kay laughed nervously, glancing around for her shoes. “We just spent the whole night together! What are we supposed to do?”

  Zayn stood up, quickly pulling on his pants. “We’ll figure it out. Just get dressed.”

  The two scrambled to get dressed, moving in a flurry of activity as the sound of Ravi’s voice grew louder in the hallway. Zayn shot Kay a panicked look as they finished getting dressed.

  “Stay calm,” he said, pulling her toward the door. “Just act normal.”

  But as they opened the door to the hallway, the last thing they expected was to see Ravi standing right there, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

  “You two…” Ravi’s voice trailed off, his mouth opening and closing as he processed what he was seeing. His gaze flickered between Kay and Zayn, taking in their disheveled appearances and the unmistakable tension in the air.

  Kay’s stomach dropped as the reality of the situation set in. She had no idea how to explain this.

  Ravi’s eyes narrowed. “You two…” His voice was lower now, dangerous. “What the hell happened?”

  Zayn took a step forward, his jaw clenched, but before he could say anything, Kay stepped between them.

  “Ravi, please,” she said, her voice shaky. “It’s not what you think.”

  But Ravi wasn’t having it. His gaze was locked on Zayn, the anger simmering just below the surface.

  “Not what I think?” Ravi spat, his fists clenching at his sides. “It’s exactly what I think, isn’t it? You two... you just...”

  “I swear, it’s not what it looks like,” Kay interrupted, her voice a little more forceful now. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. It just... did.”

  Ravi glared at her, his face red with frustration. “How could you do this, Kay? He’s my best friend! He’s not—he’s not even good for you!”

  “I don’t need you to tell me what’s good for me,” Kay snapped back, surprising even herself with the edge in her voice.

  Zayn’s expression was unreadable, his eyes locked on Ravi. He could tell the younger man was struggling with betrayal, with anger, and he couldn’t blame him.

  “I’m not here to mess things up, Ravi,” Zayn said quietly. “But I don’t regret what happened.”

  Ravi took a step forward, his fists tightening even more. “You should,” he growled. “I trusted you to look out for my sister, not... not this.”

  “Ravi,” Kay said again, softer this time, placing a hand on his arm. “Please understand.I never meant for things to get so out of control. But it’s happened. And we can’t change it now.”

  The room fell into a tense silence. Zayn and Ravi stared each other down, their mutual frustration and confusion hanging in the air. Kay felt like she was in the middle of a battle she couldn’t win.

  Ravi finally spoke again, his voice low but full of warning. “If you hurt her, Zayn... I will never forgive you.”

  Zayn nodded, his gaze unwavering. “I won’t hurt her, Ravi. I care about her too much.”

  Kay’s heart fluttered at his words, but she couldn’t help but wonder just how much of this—how much of them—was built on passion and how much was built on something more lasting.For now, though, all she knew was this: their lives had just changed. And there was no going back.