After // ziall

Chapter 58

After laying in Zayn's arms for a few minutes, I begin to think about my agreement to stay with Zayn tonight.

"I don't have my books, or a toothbrush. And I haven't taken a shower." I tell him. He sighs and lifts up, unwrapping himself from me.

"We can get your books in the morning before your first class, or we could even go get them now, as long as you come back with me. You promised." He reminds me with a smile. His lips meet my jaw, trailing kisses up and down. His lips on my skin cause my judgement to cloud, he knows exactly what he is doing.

"And what about my shower?" I remind him.

"You can take one here, down the hall."

"In a frat house? Who knows who will come in."

"One, the doors lock and two, I would accompany you obviously." He remarks.

I scowl at his tone but decide to ignore it. "Fine. I would like to take a shower now, before it gets too late."

He nods and stands up to reach for his jeans. I climb off the bed and do the same, leaving my boxers off. I don't like the idea of wearing these clothes again tomorrow but since Zayn is going to take me by my room in the morning, I will change then.

"No boxers?" He smirks and I roll my eyes.

"Do you have shampoo?" I am starting to get anxious thinking of all the things that I don't have with me. "And q-tips? Dental floss?" I continue.

"Relax, we have q-tips and floss. We probably even have an extra toothbrush." He informs me.

Zayn leads me to the bathroom, I feel more comfortable in here than I imagined, only because I have been in this bathroom quite a few times now.

Zayn turns on the water and pulls his shirt over his head.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Taking a shower?"

"Oh, I thought I was taking one first."

"You can take one with me." He says casually.

"Uhm.. no! I won't." I laugh. I can't take a shower with him.

"Why not? I've already seen you, you have seen me. What's the big deal?" He groans.

"I don't know.. I just don't want to.." I know he has already seen me naked but taking a shower together just seems so intimate. More intimate even than what we just did.

"Fine. You go first then." His voice has a slight edge to it.

I smile sweetly and ignore his sour tone and undress. His eyes scan my body and then look away. My hand reaches behind the curtain to check the temperature of the water and I step in.

Zayn stays silent while I wet my hair. Too silent. "Zayn?" I call. Did he leave the bathroom?

"Yea?"

"I thought maybe you left." I admit. He pulls back the curtain a little and pops his head in.

"Nope, still here."

"Is something wrong?" I ask him. He shakes his head in response but doesn't say anything. I he really pouting like a child because I won't take a shower with him? I almost want to tell him to join me, but I want him to get the point that he can't just get his way all the time. His head disappears from the shower and I hear him sit down on the toilet.

The shampoo and body wash are both strong musky scents, and even though I am a guy I prefer my mild vanilla shampoo, but this is fine for one night. It probably would have made more sense for Zayn to stay with me in my room, but Steph would be in there and it would be awkward to explain everything and I don't imagine Zayn would be as affectionate if she was around. The thought bothers me but I push it back.