Summer fling or the real thing? Zayn Malik trilogy Fanfiction

chapter 5 be careful with temptation

Chapter 5:

I sat down on the same side on Zayn, and I look at the menu and I couldn’t decide what I wanted, everything sounded so good. Zayn look at me asking if I decided yet. I told Zayn “everything sounds so tempting I can’t decide”. Zayn smiled and bite his lip and said “be careful with temptation” I could tell that he wasn’t talking about the food. Even though I knew how wrong it was I couldn’t help but to blush. The waiter came to the table and ask if we were ready to order. I look at the menu again and I still couldn’t decide. Zayn grabbed my hand and whispered in my ear “let me order for you”. I felt Zayn hot breath on my ear and I was speechless the only thing I could do was nod my head. He order the food and I asked “which one was mine, because they both sound good”.  Zayn laugh and said “the French toast with the stuff omelets for me and the Belgian waffles for you but if you want you could eat off of my plate”. Hearing Zayn slowly repeat the order for me with his deep accent made the food sound even more tempting to eat. Zayn bite his bottom lip and said “I wouldn’t want you to choose which one you want more"

Could he be referring to the food or him and Jason? The food came out and Zayn smiled at me while the waiter place the food on the table and he asked “did I do a good job”, I smiled at Zayn and said “perfect, you can order for me anytime”. Zayn rubs my hand and says “I might have to take you on your offer”.  I look at my hand and Zayn says “do you want me to stop”. My eyes popped out and I swallowed the spit in my mouth and said “it doesn’t matter’’. I lied, I didn’t want him to stop but I also didn’t want to confess that I was enjoying his soft hand on mine. Zayn smile and said “good, I like my hand against yours”. I felt my hand shaking as he squeezed it even tighter and my pulse start to race.

Zayn used five small packages of the syrup and bite into his food. I stared at Zayn eat seeing his soft lips moving up and down as he chews his food. I look at the clock on the wall and noticed that it just hit twelve o’clock. I wanted to rush Zayn and have him drive me back home but I was enjoying spending time with Zayn too much to care about getting home on time. Zayn finished his food and reached into his pocket pulling out a gold credit card. The waiter came back with the check and Zayn handed the card with even looking at the bill.