ix. In Which She Shows Up Uninvited

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Diamond is walking home in the dark again, heels clicking on the concrete

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Diamond is walking home in the dark again, heels clicking on the concrete. She isn't naked under her trench coat this time, but she does feel used. She always feels used after her job is said and done. She always feels used on the walk home, when she can still feel her most recent client between her legs and feel their hands crawling over her skin and their lips by her ear whispering things that they probably think are sexy but only make her feel dirty. And like always nowadays, her mind goes back to Zayn.

She replays the things he whispered into her ear in that husky British accent of his, words that managed to make her feel beautiful and worthy for the first time in so long. She recalls the way he moved, not like a crazed animal seeking only its own pleasure, but like a careful lover, making sure she felt good at all times. She ponders the softness of his palms and roughness of his tongue, and the mind-blowing òrgasms he gave her. She can still feel them, rumbling in her veins and floating in the corners of her vision. Surprisingly, despite her profession, she doesn't get many of those - in fact, she can't remember the last time she came before Zayn. And the feeling she had that night returned, bubbling up in her chest uncontrollably.

She feels special.

Diamond doesn't remember stopping in front of Zayn's building, but she's here. The light pours out of the lobby as always, warm and welcoming. It sucks her in, and suddenly she is moving. Away from the muffled night that feels heavy with oncoming November snow, up the stairs, and into the warmth. Towards Zayn.

Five minutes pass and she's still staring at the wood of Zayn's door. Will he be happy to see her? Will he be confused? Will he offer her hot chocolate again? She would like that, to sit on Zayn's sofa - the same sofa he made her feel special on - and drink hot chocolate. And, because she will not allow herself to make this any more than what it's supposed to be, she will allow him to make her feel special again.

Yeah.

That sounds like a plan.

And so she knocks.

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