I would never fuck a friend, Zayn. I wouldn't leave my work just to be with a friend. Okay?"
I nodded quickly, my throat tight. "Okay."
He kissed my forehead softly, then pulled the blanket over us. "Good… let's sleep."
And just like that, I melted into his arms, silently promising myself I wouldn't fail him tomorrow.
The soft light of morning filtered into the room, painting the walls in pale gold. We were still tangled in the warmth of the sheets when the sharp sound of Evric's phone broke the silence. He stirred beside me, groaning lightly as he reached for it.
The screen lit up, and I watched him hesitate. Without a word, he turned his head toward me and pressed a kiss to my lips, gentle but firm, almost as if to reassure me. "Babe," he murmured softly, "I'll take this call."
