Kay woke before the sun.
Her body ached—in the best way.
Her legs were tangled with Zayn’s. One of his arms was slung low over her bare waist, his grip possessive even in sleep. The steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her cheek was comforting... and terrifying.
She blinked up at the ceiling, heart pounding.
What did I do?
What did we do?
She turned slightly, looking at his sleeping face. His usually cold, unreadable expression was soft in sleep. Peaceful. He looked... young.
She barely recognized this version of Zayn.
And yet, he’d made her feel more wanted in one night than any boy had in her entire life.
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Still, her stomach churned. Ravi. He would kill them both. She sat up slowly, careful not to wake him.
But his hand caught her wrist.
“Leaving already?” his voice was husky, still rough with sleep.
Kay froze. “I need to shower. And think. And maybe… rewind time.”
Zayn sat up behind her, the sheets slipping to his waist. “Don’t do that.”
She turned to face him. “Do what?”
“Pretend last night didn’t happen.”
“I’m not pretending,” she said softly. “I’m panicking.”
Zayn reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “So am I.”
Their eyes locked.
But the moment shattered when Kay’s phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Ravi: Mum reach Grenada safe. I’m coming back by lunch. Bianca going by her granny. Make sure Zayn ain’t burn down the house.
Kay’s soul left her body.
Zayn leaned over, reading it with a smirk. “He really left me to babysit you.”
“You’re the worst babysitter ever,” she muttered, grabbing her phone.
“You’re the worst 'little sister' .”
She looked at him sharply, but he was already getting out of bed. His bare back was flawless, sculpted, and unfair. She hated how much she wanted him again.
He pulled on sweatpants and walked to the door. “Shower’s free. I’ll make coffee.”
Kay bit her lip.
That should’ve been the end.
But it wasn’t.
