I could tell she wanted more. But I wasn't willing to give. I've never seen a woman look like her. In her profile picture she is wearing black pants, and a green crop top that did absolutely nothing to show her beauty in real life. I can't help notice the slight fear in her eyes, but I work well with fear. "What the hell was that?" she asks in an angered tone but to me it sounds like a baby lion trying to make themselves seem scarier then they are. I shift my hand to her left thigh, her eyes widen in shock, the same fear in her eyes that I have already learned to love. Read to see how Zayn changes.