𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⸙

1.69𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

A/N-  I know y'all wanted smut but no. This book doesn't have mature content.

But, since y'all wanted smut I have two options for y'all. Choose one.

1. Next one shot will contain smut.

Or

2. Y'all are ok to wait for the next book.

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Liam lay next to his werewolf, gazing lovingly into his hazel eyes, soft in the dim light.

Zayn traced a finger in circles on Liam's bare chest. Liam smiled, and Zayn's heart melted all over again. "I love you."

"I love you too," Liam whispered. He had been a little nervous, but so had Zayn.

Zayn leaned closer until their noses touched. He had previously gotten very hot about the sight of Liam with no clothes on. Now they laid together on the bed, naked and comfortable.

"You're so fucking perfect" Zayn's voice was so deep, it sounded like a soft purr.

Liam's hand found Zayn's arm. He smoothed fingers over the shapes of his muscles.

"You're um" Liam felt himself blushing, "you're everything I ever wanted."

Instead of laughing at Liam and joking about his cheesy comment, Zayn pulled back to see his beautiful brown eyes. "Really? With my moods too?"

Liam knew that loving someone meant accepting their flaws to a certain degree. Zayn's moods and anger and violence were parts of him that had always been there. Liam would live with them, if Zayn would make an effort to deal with them too.

"Everything" he whispered.

Zayn kissed him softly, feeling Liam smiling against him. Zayn then hopped off the bed and entered the bathroom. He turned on the taps for the bath and held fingers under the water as his eyes trailed Liam who watched from the bed.

Zayn looked him up and down with those intense dark eyes. He thought about the affection he had shared with his mate not long ago. The thought made him warm, and happy to the point where he wanted to smile.

When the bath was full of warm water, Zayn approached Liam in the bed and picked him up. Zayn carried him to the bath then lowered him gently into the water.

Liam thought the bath was for him, until Zayn climbed in behind him and slotted his legs on either side. Zayn reached for the bar of soap and the sponge. He rubbed slowly on Liam's chest, and softly kissed his ear.

Liam relaxed into him, closing his eyes. The hour was late. His body was tired, and a bath was sure to make him sleepy.

Zayn washed him gently, running warm hands all over his body. Liam wanted to wash him in return, but Zayn linked fingers around his waist and rested a chin on his shoulder, trapping their bodies together. They sat in the bath until the water cooled and Liam started shivering.

His eyelids were heavy when Zayn climbed out and handed him a towel. Liam was also handed black tartan pyjamas that buttoned at the front. He dressed and tumbled his way into bed. Zayn wore black pyjamas bottoms. He had ditched a top.

Lying under the duvet was too hot sometimes, but he wanted to cuddle Liam and would do anything to be close.

As soon as they were under the duvet, their arms and legs tangled. They held one another tightly, and soon fell asleep in each other's arms.