Revenge - English Version

Chapter 22 - Forbidden Dreams

ZAYN's POV

—Say you're mine, — I plead, my voice thick with a mix of desire and desperation.

—I-I'm yours, — she whispers in my ear, making my whole body pulse in response.

A smug smile spreads across my lips as I give in to what we both want. When I slip a finger inside her, the sound she makes is like a shockwave coursing through my body, leaving me on the brink of collapse. I want her so much, it feels like I'm about to explode at any moment.

Suddenly, the irritating sound of my alarm invades the air. With my eyes still closed, I reach out to turn it off, almost angrily. Gradually, the warmth of the dream fades away, and reality starts creeping in. I stretch and look to the side... no one.

Where's Care?

I lift the sheets, confused, and find my body drenched in sweat, the bed completely messed up as if I'd been fighting in my sleep. I sigh, my breathing still heavy, and when I look down, I see a bulge in my boxers, intensifying my frustration.

A dream. Fuck, an erotic dream about my best friend. My head is spinning with leftover desire, still fresh.

The worst part? I liked it. No, it's not just that... I wanted it to be real.

I sit up, running my hands through my sweat-dampened hair as I try to push away the images flooding my mind. The way she moaned my name... the feeling of her beneath me... No, this is wrong. Zayn, she's your friend, always has been. You can't let yourself go there. You can't even think, let alone dream, about being with her like that.

Besides, as much as it makes me sick to even think about it, she's with Harry right now. Even though I can't look at him, because every time I do, all I can see are his arms around her, he's still like a brother to me.

I take a deep breath, forcing myself to focus on something else, anything else that isn't the sensation of her... which, of course, wasn't even real. But the weight of the dream still suffocates me. Why was it so intense? Why did it feel so... right?

I get out of bed, frustrated, trying to ignore the state I'm in. The tension in my boxers is almost painful, a vivid reminder of what my body wants, even though my mind is telling me to stop.

But I can't.

With a deep sigh, I push those thoughts away. I have to. Even if my mind keeps replaying the way she said she was mine, the sound of her soft voice... It has to stop.

I glance down... the problem hasn't gone away.

My boxers are tight, nearly cutting into my skin, and the bulge between my legs is impossible to ignore. I let out a long, weary sigh. This isn't going away on its own.

CARE'S POV

I look at myself in the mirror after showering, and for a moment, I barely recognise the person staring back at me. I'm not sure what it is, but something about me has changed. I feel different — more beautiful, more confident, as if there's a new glow about me that wasn't there before.

After putting in my contact lenses, I slip on a light white dress that falls just below my knees. I run my hand across my neck, gently touching the mark Harry left yesterday. The mere thought of his lips on my skin makes me smile, and I feel butterflies stirring in my stomach. But just as the smile appears, I sigh, remembering Zayn. His lips on my neck... it felt like a whirlwind. The effect he has on me is more intense, more chaotic.

I feel like I'm lost in a sea of doubts, drifting between two choices — one brown and one green. Both seem safe, but making the wrong one might make me sink. And the worst part is, I don't know which one I should hold on to.