The Love That Kills | Z.M | (On Hold)

Chapter X

Nicole's P.O.V.

Zayn took me by surprise as he crashed his lips into mine. I was shocked and didn't know what to do. Wait, he's my partner we can't do this. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him away.

"Zayn..." I began, but stopped as he shook his head.

"I know I'm sorry, I just couldn't hold it in anymore. I just think you're beautiful..."

"Zayn you barely know me!" I interrupted.

"I do too! I know you're from Wisconsin. I know you're an assassin, you're parents died when you were younger, along with your brother. I know you hate working with partners on assignments. Nicole I know a lot of things about you." He said. I stood there amazed that he knew so much about me. Guess I really can't hide anything from him. He even knows about my parents.

"Look, I know we can't do this because of who we are and you probably don't think of me the way I do. I don't know what it is, but when I'm around you I get this feeling that sends shivers throughout my body, no one has ever made me feel this way. I..." He rambled on, but cut him off with another kiss. Our lips felt as if they were on fire. I moved my lips against his as he did too. I was nervous. I might know what Zayn means by the shivers he gets because, I feel them too when I'm around him. Although I might possibly like Zayn and he might like me as well, but we could never be together. I'm an assassin and he works for the CIA. Yes, we might both be killers, but it just wouldn't work.

Whoa, did I just admit to possibly liking Zayn? Wow! I pulled out of the kiss and looked him in the eyes. They weren't the beautiful brown they usually are. They are now a darker brown, overwhelmed with lust and want and... fright? Why would he feel scared? I looked deep into his eyes and smiled. It seemed to ease the fright in his eyes.

"Thanks for calling me beautiful." I huffed catching my breath from our previous intimacy. He giggled.

"No problem." He smiled.

"I have an idea." I began. "Let's just do what we are suppose to do right now, and deal with this," I moved my hand between him and I. "Later." He smiled again.

"Deal." He breathed. I smiled and walked past him. I felt a hand grasp my bum and squeeze. I jumped at the contact, turned around, and gave Zayn a 'watch it' look while I pointed my finger at him. He laughed and walked over to his gun still in pieces on the counter.

I found myself wandering and ended up on the couch in the living room. I dropped onto it and winced as my side began to hurt again.

"Careful!" I heard Zayn call from the kitchen. I gave him a thumbs up and turned the T.V on. Thank god I understand Russian or else I wouldn't be able to watch T.V! After flipping through random stations for a good 10 minutes, I decided to daze. I found myself thinking of Zayn and how his touch made me lose myself. When his lips kissed mine I never wanted it to end. The way he opened up to me right then and there made me wonder... is this just a game he is playing? I mean, he does work for the CIA, lying is his profession.

"Nicole?" Zayn called whilst waving his hand in my face. I shot myself up off the couch and out of my thoughts.

"Huh? What?" I said.

"What are you watching?" He giggled while sitting on the couch, next to my previous spot. I felt my cheeks warm and I sat back down on the couch.

"Um... Nothing. There isn't anything that is to my liking." I joked. He laughed and grabbed the remote from the glass table in front of us. After and awkward silence, with the T.V. producing the only sound, I grew hungry.

"Well I'm starving! I'm going to go get some food. Want to come?" I asked, lifting up off the couch, and walking over to the front door to grab my shoes.