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As we come down, my raw emotions bare. Euphoria washes over me. Love is the only way to describe the comfort of his embrace, the depth of safety I have with his touch, the happiness his soul brings to me.

He lays facing me, a look of contentment on his face.

I tease, “So, um, you kinda like me a little, huh?”

He lets out a small laugh. “Something like that.” He leans over, placing a small lingering kiss on my lips.

“Kisses like that are gonna get you in trouble, Zayne.” I smile, running my hand down his chest.

He quickly pins me down, hovering over me, and I squeak with laughter.

“Promise,” he says, his eyes searching mine with intent.

“Promise,” I say.

Kissing me deeper, his body pressing against mine, I feel him ready again. I push up against him, eager for us to connect again. He takes the cue.

“Round two,” he jokes.

“Oh yeah. Round two.” I smile.

Chapter 32

Myssa

Waking up, I can’t stop smiling, the light shining through the window gives me the verification that I’ve slept in, but when I reach next to me to snuggle back into Zayne, the space is empty. I turn over and panic begins to set in. Did he change his mind?Stop it, Myssa, it was real. I turn over to grab my phone and see a little note.

Myssa,

I’m at the club. Text me when you're awake, and we’ll get breakfast.

– Z

See, stop worrying. I shake my head in disappointment.

Clearly, my stomach can read, as it immediately rumbles, and I quickly text him..

Me: Good morning, gonna take a shower and get dressed. I’ll be ready in 20.

Z: Perfect I’ll be home by then, babe.

I lay back for a moment, clutching my phone. A smile on my lips I can’t contain. Babe, he called me babe.He’ll be home.

I know this is his home, but honestly, these past few weeks have been so good, and now, I don’t think I ever want to leave.

Stretching, I get out of bed and head to the bathroom. I take a quick look at myself in the mirror. The marks he left on my neck are still visible, and my hair is messy with the signature,Hey everyone! I just got fucked multiple times last nightlook. And if I’m honest, it’s the best look ever. I start the shower, adjusting the temperature as I step in.

Standing under the water, my mind travels back to last night. Feeling this much for someone is not something I’ve ever experienced. I never thought it would be something I would be worthy of. I’ve always been in the shadows, but he makes me feel so alive. There’s no doubt, no question what this is.

I love him; I confess to myself.

The thought is so terrifying and so thrilling at the same time. I can only hope he feels the same.

After my shower, I get dressed, humming NIN, still high from the last twenty-four hours. Walking into the living room, I see Zayne sitting at the kitchen island, looking at his phone and drinking a cup of coffee.

As I approach, he looks over, and as soon as I reach him, his hands cup my face as he gives me a soft, sensual kiss.

“Good morning.” He says a grin stretching across his face.