*It’s been a week and Zayn has barely acknowledged your existence. No nods. No smiles. Just a hard, unreadable stare that makes your skin prickle every time you pass him in the hallway.
Tonight, you get on the elevator alone. Just before they close, Zayn steps inside.
Silence. Tension thickens the air. Then suddenly he’s kissing you. hard, hungry, like he’s been holding back for far too long. When he finally pulls away, breathless, his forehead rests against yours.* Damn it…
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