The night was thick with unspoken words, the air too heavy between them. The house was silent except for the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards as Zayn moved toward her, his presence almost suffocating.

  Kay sat on the edge of the couch, her heart racing as her mind tried to wrap itself around everything that had happened. The kiss. The heat. The hunger. Her body still hummed with the memory of Zayn, of his hands on her skin, his lips claiming hers like he couldn’t get enough.

  And now... now they were here, with the weight of a decision hanging between them.

  She looked up at him, the dim light from the living room casting shadows across his face, highlighting the intensity in his eyes. There was something primal in the way he watched her—something that made her feel both exposed and wanted in a way she never had before.

  Zayn took another step closer, his breath shallow. He was near enough now that she could feel the heat of his body, the tension in his frame. She swallowed hard, trying to steady herself.

  "I meant what I said earlier," Zayn murmured, his voice rough and low. "We can't keep doing this unless you're sure. Unless you can handle what comes next."

  Kay felt the weight of his words settle in her chest, the reality of their situation pressing in.

  They couldn’t pretend that what had happened between them hadn’t changed everything. And yet, despite the danger, despite the mess it could cause, she felt something she hadn’t in a long time: freedom. The freedom to be herself, to feel everything without holding back.

  She took a deep breath, her voice barely a whisper as she finally spoke the truth that had been eating at her all night.

  “I’m glad you... took my virginity,” she said, her cheeks flushed as the words tumbled out. “I’m happy it was you.”

  Zayn froze, his eyes locking onto hers, wide with surprise. His breath caught, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything. It was like he was absorbing her words, processing them.

  Kay..." His voice was tight, controlled, but the way he looked at her—like she was something he needed to possess—made her pulse spike.

  “I’ve never... felt anything like that,” he said, stepping closer, his gaze never leaving hers. “I’ve never had that much passion with anyone before. Not like this.”

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  Kay’s heart pounded in her chest as he reached for her, his hand grazing her jaw before sliding down to her neck, where his fingers brushed against her skin lightly. His touch was both soft and possessive, the heat from his hand spreading through her entire body.

  “And you have me,” he continued, his voice thick with desire. “You’ve got me, Kay. All of me. I’m... bazodee for you. Can’t stop thinking about you. Can’t stop wanting you. It’s like you’ve got me in a grip I can’t escape.”

  His words sent a shiver down her spine, the raw intensity in his voice leaving her breathless. Zayn’s face was inches from hers now, his lips just barely brushing against hers as he spoke.

  “I didn’t think I could feel this way about someone,” he murmured, his breath hot against her lips. “But with you... it’s like my body’s on fire, Kay. You make me feel things I didn’t know I was capable of.”

  The tension between them snapped.

  Zayn leaned in and kissed her with a hunger that sent waves of heat crashing through her. His lips were demanding, possessive, claiming her like he needed her, and she let him. She let him take control, let him show her how deep this pull between them really went.

  Kay’s hands slid up his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. She wanted more, needed more. And Zayn was more than willing to give it to her. His hands slid under her hoodie, pulling it off roughly, exposing her to him. His eyes darkened as they ran over her body, and a low growl rumbled in his chest.

  “You’re fucking beautiful,” he breathed, his voice raw. “God, Kay, you’re perfect.”

  Kay couldn’t help but blush under his intense gaze. But before she could respond, Zayn’s lips were on hers again, this time more urgent, more desperate. His hands explored every inch of her skin, as if he were memorizing her, claiming her as his.

  He pulled back, his forehead resting against hers as they both tried to catch their breath. His hands were still on her, caressing her sides, his fingers tracing over the curve of her hips.

  “You’re mine now,” he growled, voice thick with possession. “You’re all I want, Kay. All I can think about.”

  Kay’s heart raced at his words, her mind swirling. She didn’t know what was happening, didn’t know where this was going, but one thing was certain: she couldn’t stop now. Not when everything about this felt so right, so real.

  But just as quickly as the moment began, Zayn pulled back, his eyes narrowing as he seemed to snap back to reality.

  “Kay...” His voice was strained, as if he were trying to rein in the animal inside him. “I can’t let you go now. But you need to decide. Do you want this? Do you want me?”

  Kay swallowed hard, her chest tight with emotion. She was scared, yes. But she didn’t want to be anywhere else. Didn’t want to feel anything but the heat of his touch, the fire he sparked inside her.

  “I want you,” she whispered, her voice low but full of conviction. “I want all of you.”

  Zayn’s eyes darkened with desire as he moved toward her again, his hands gripping her hips. “Then it’s just us, Kay. No turning back.”

  And this time, there was no hesitation. No second-guessing.

  He kissed her again—fierce, hungry, and completely, utterly consumed by her.