When I realize, I gulp down my throat, my eyes twitching and all. Licking my lips, I take note of how he looks at me while smoothly gliding through the door and disappearing out of my sight. Papa was happily enjoying his toast dipped in coffee and I was happily running towards my room.

Quickly shoving every article and clothing off my stupid bed, I grab my phone from the bag and as expected, there was a text from Zayn.

[Hey sweetheart]
[I'll be back home by 1:30]
[Expecting you to receive me...]
And a few emojis

Taking down the information, I begin to giggle while sending him a series of messages.

[Of course darling~]
[I'll be in my bed]
[Waiting for you with lubes]
[Drugged for ya~]

Oh boy, I could already hear him chuckling so hard from the distance that I bite down on my lip. I hope he's impressed with me and does me the way I want today.
Of course, we have to hide from our father or go somewhere out.

I see him reacting to the message and assume that he reached school and should give his presentation or something.

Typing him an "All the best!", I close the mobile and catch up on some sleep while later I'll go get ready for the man.

°•°•°

A few hours pass by and it was around 1 pm. I get up from the bed and get into the shower to brush my teeth and take a good warm bath for twenty minutes or so. Time passes by like a bubble, with a small lifespan as it bursts up.
When I hear the door unlocking, I grasp immediately by the slow opening of the door that Zayn was there. Dad barges in like a boar and then apologizes. Others merely came into my room before knocking on it.

So for now, I see a male in uniform walking towards the door as I look at him through the curtain around my bathtub.

The translucent thing allowed me to see the outline of the male, the last thing to confirm as I open the curtain. He was surprised to see me naked, shaved, and smooth like a baby as he approaches me, standing just beside the bathtub to run his hot gaze all over my wet nudeness.

His eyes linger upon my chest. I know that he wants to touch me under the water, but he is containing himself like the good boy he is. He wouldn't lay a finger on anyone without their permission, and the apex of that list is my name.
So, I take his hands by myself, letting him look at me from this angle, I lay his warm and dry palms upon my chest while rotating my head back. Ugh, it's been a while since I've had my chest massaged.

My skinniness proves to many people that I'm flat-chested, but I'm only in my transitioning stage where my chest shall grow into beautiful melons in a couple of years. Call it late maturation.

"Come in. Join me." Seductively, I say to the man whose gaze meets my eyes again. He shakes his head and says, "The temperature is too hot for me. You're even hotter." He says.

I begin giggling softly but before I could react to him, Zayn closes the tap carefully by his reach and lifts me on his shoulder, not caring that I was wet whilst I shriek like a little rat.

"Damn, Zayn!" He throws me upon the bed, crawling towards me as I watch him remove his shirt in a swift motion. God, that was so hot.

Claiming my horizontal lips in his, I follow his movements while he leaves my wet body curling through pleasure. Humming into his mouth, he catches me off guard by lifting my legs and placing his clothed dent across my core.

I roll my eyes as the silk sheets under me are crumpled by my grip.

"Fuck..." the airy muttering makes his glasses catch the water vapors as we chuckle at that. He quickly gets rid of his specs and I am left to awe at his bare face. Shit... he's so attractive.

His stark blue eyes, his great jawline which is capable of cutting onions, and his whole face indeed. It was as if he was exuding charm and hotness while being modest about it.

You see, that's the problem with attractive guys. They don't know it, but they're simply dangerous to girls like me since I'm at a high risk of heart attack with him rather than other factors.

Soon enough, he strips away from his clothes and his juicy dick is inside me in a missionary. There's something so magnetic about the way he has sex with me.

I'm his only woman to ever fuck with him, but I tasted a lot of men on and in me so I was able to compare. Maybe that's the charm of single men, to have sex with just one as a friends-with-benefits.

The way he makes his strokes inside me makes me feel loved like I belong to him.

Of course.

Sex is not always the physical connection, but also the mind that is involved.

I now begin to observe the way he looks at me without his glasses. He looks at me as if I'm his... princess. He makes me want to fall in love with him, but we innately know that we are fit for each other.

I'm the kind of girl who is so self-obsessed that the other person shall be deemed to have me. While on the other hand, Zayn is a supportive, idealist, and optimist who isn't afraid to help out others. I feel ashamed to even think that he will fall for a person like me.

Although, there's a slight feeling that he does like me by the way he is looking at me now.

So, I ask him this without any hesitation to ruin his golden mood.

"Zayn, just a second." I make him pause. The whine that leaves me when he stops is unholy and unspoken for, "Do you fucking like me?"