Malik - Z.M (Book 1, Malik Series)

26.

Kind of a filler.

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The fact that I woke up before the sun had risen, I had contemplated on getting out of bed and searching this place for something that would help me in the future to break free.

I wasn't going to use it against Zayn, but threatening him with a weapon would be the only damage I could ever do.

Just having him laying down next to me back in his vulnerable state makes me feel, relaxed.

But I can't help but feel the uncanny feeling that everything he said last night, is going to back fire against me.

He's going to be hard, and I'm going to be weak.

His body is pressed hard against my own, engulfing me in his heated body like I was about to disappear.

If I wanted to move, I'd have to wake him up, and I don't want to do that.

I can't stay mad at him for long. He can say one thing, and it'll automatically change how I feel about him.

I wish he didn't have that type of control over me.

I'm completely powerless.

I can only just merely see him with the light light have from the moon.

Skating my eyes over his profile, I bite my lip and touch the faint bruise that's slowly starting to heal on his cheek.

He stirs, slowly loosening his grip around, but remaining asleep.

I breathe out in relief before continuing to just gaze at this perfect art work.

He shifts again and I bite my lip until he's still rested.

Why do you have to be so messed up?

I sigh quietly to myself before tracing my finger along his tattooed forearm that's lazily placed around my waist.

One thing that made it hard for me to sleep, was what he had said.

I didn't know what to think.

Zayn's obviously thought about how he felt for me. I mean, he said it himself that he'd find the choice difficult to choose between his Brother or me.

Why not both? It's not that hard.

I frown and focus my gaze back on those thick lashes that are fanned out along his cheeks.

He exhales loudly and I shift a bit before relaxing again.

"Master?" I whisper quietly.

Zayn remains asleep and still.

I want him to wake up now. I feel reassured in the dark nothing that he is here, but I want to hear his voice.

"Master?" I say louder.

I tap on his shoulder and his arm tightens around me, bringing me closer in his sleeping form and I raise an eyebrow.

"Master." I frown this time.

I roll my eyes.

"Zayn!" I tap his shoulder again and he stirs suddenly, lazily unfolding himself away from me.

"What is it pet?" His voice is croaky, so husky and freshly fucking me up.

I clear my throat to try and collect myself together.

That morning voice.

I flick the switch on the lamp and he covers his wincing eyes almost immediately.