MaLuke

Chapter 12

"What do you mean kissed him?" I asked flabbergasted that this information had been compromised from my drunk and hungover brain.

Then it clicked, Zayn asked me this morning if I remembered anything about last night, particularly us. Adrienne pretended to find something interesting about her nails to avoid eye contact. It was bad enough that the subject of the conversation was standing next to me.

"I mean the life cycle of frogs, idiot. What do you think I meant? Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation." She ran a hand through her pixie cut hair and gave me a smirk.

I didn't know how to respond to this, but I knew my eyes were twice their original size, and the vein on my forehead was probably threatening to pop. When I get stressed, there's this vein on the left side of my temple that looks like it's going to bust. I reverted slowly and cast a dangerous glance at Zayn.

He ran a hand through his hair making it even more messy. "You started it though." How dare he accuse me? But then again, maybe I had. I willed my drunk memories to come back. They didn't. "I just finished it off."

Meghan started fingering the bacon on the plate, obviously avoiding the eggs. She didn't like eggs sunny side up, but that was how I usually liked them. I wondered if it was a coincidence that he knew this?

Nonsense. Sunny side up was the easiest -and fasest according to me- way of cooking eggs, nothing special. I brushed it off and picked up one of the silverware fork to get an egg onto my plate. The bacon was almost gone (compliments to Meghan), I wondered how she kept her lean, lanky built.

"I'll let you two sort yourself out." Meghan said as she gathered up a piece of bacon in her hand and tugged Adrienne out with her, not before passing a wink to me.

When the door was closed to my bedroom I fixed my sitting position on the stool and layered Zayn with a look. He ran a hand through his hand again, and I figured he must be nervous. He did that a lot when he couldn't find words to say. This was a very good sign, seeing as he wasn't prone to blushing.

"When were you planning to tell me this?" I questioned as I rested my arms atop the marble counter. He sighed quietly and came to stand opposite of me, the counter standing between us but our arms almost touching. Sitting on the high stool, I could look right into his eyes.

"I was kind of hoping you'd never know." He said sheepishly, a guilty smile spreading out on his face. I crossed my arms across my chest loosely and fixed him with a stare. "Okay look, I was afraid that it would make our relationship awkward."

Did I feel awkward? Nope. Did I still think Zayn was hot? Yep. So I guess I had my answer. I guess my first kiss was to someone away from my country, but nobody their seemed worth it. The boys at home usually smelled of smoke and body odour, and teeth stained with betel nut. Come to think about it, it's quite gross.

"I don't remember a thing, so we still good." I leaned onto the counter and sent another round of eggs into my mouth. His eyes held both relief and sadness -I think. He came over to me and sat on one of the stools.

"Would you like a jog down memory lane?" He whispered as he took my right hand in his and looked up at me through his lashes. Darn it. Freaking cute. Not that I'd say it right now.

"Try me." I challenged. He gave me a run down of the events. Of how we went about in the club and of Meghan and some stranger doing some break dance in the club. Then the conversation slipped over to 'us', I saw him thinking carefully on how he'd tell me this.

After I had gotten a recap on everything, I couldn't possibly take my eyes of him. Did I really call him sexy? Not that he wasn't, but that would definitely build his ego, knowing that I thought that.