He kept asking if I was okay while stroking my cheek. I nodded as tears burned in my eyes, I knew he won’t hurt me, he would never, but I was afraid for the pain. My head rested on the pillow beneath me as Zayn hovered over me, his dark eyes looking straight into mine. I saw the concern in his eyes, he really cared about me and he was afraid he’d hurt me. But I saw the lust and love for me as well. He gently stroked my cheek as he leaned in, his soft lips brushing against my ear. “Promise me one thing,” He whispered before he looked back into my eyes. I waited for him to continue. “Promise me you’ll tell me if it hurts, then I’ll stop immediately.”
