"Please," Zayn begs. "Just... let me kiss you."
Diamond gives him that look - the one she always gives him. The one that makes him feel like a small child being denied ice cream. "Sorry, but you know it's against my policy."
She doesn't sound sorry...
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We're so close to 3k and I'm really happy bc I've actually managed to get this far on my ownnnn :))
I'M SO DAMN SORRY THIS IS SO LATE I STRUGGLED SO MUCH WITH THIS CHAPTER bc I didn't know how to make them talk??? Like what would they talk about and stuff bc it's just been sex so far
Anyways, I tried, enjoy
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Zayn's back hurts.
It's the first thing he becomes aware of when he wakes up with a groan, the carpet imprinted in his cheek. The next thing he becomes aware of is that he's on the floor, naked. Then he realises that there's a reason he's naked - a very good reason - and that he wasn't alone on the floor to begin with.
The pain in his spine is long forgotten as he scrambles to his feet and scans the apartment, heart pounding.
She didn't. She couldn't have.
She's not in his bedroom, or his kitchen. She's not in the bathroom, or his art studio. She's not on the balcony, or underneath the sofa, or-
"Morning."
Zayn immediately spins around, hitting his toe on the side table and causing his bare manhood to swing distractingly as he flinches and curses. Diamond's eyes dip momentarily before she looks away, cheeks flushed. She's an absolute vision in the morning light, not naked like he is, but only covered by the shirt Zayn wore yesterday. It barely reaches the tops of her thighs. God, those thighs-
"Y-you're... you're here?" he asks dumbly, as if he can't see her standing in front of him. His eyes flicker to the bedroom door she just stepped out of. How...?
"I was using your bathroom," Diamond explains, jabbing her thumb backwards. The en-suite, Zayn concludes. Idiot. "I was going to use your shower but-"
"You're here," he repeats.
The corners of Diamond's lips quirk upwards in a sad smile. "Yes. I am."
"You're not leaving?"
A pause.
"I mean, I'll have to, eventually," Diamond gently reminds him.
