Underneath My Skin

Ch. 37

Ever sense sex became easy, love became harder to find.

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Gif of Briella in her outfit for the party on the side. Perfection.

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I ignore Zayn and unlock my door. i push it open and walk inside. I hear the door shut, signaling that he followed me in.

"Briella?" He says softly.

I ignore him and walk into my bedroom. I take my wet clothes off and put a black T shirt and some skinny jeans. I walk back into the living room and Zayn is lounged out on my couch. He looks over at me and his face hardens.

"Are you gonna tell me what your fucking problem is?" He asks while standing up.

I cock my head to the side. I don't know who the fuck he's talking to like that but he's not talking to Briella Jones, that's for sure. His face softens a bit but mine remains hard.

"You knew it was Niall and you didn't tell me," I snap.

His eye brows knit together in complete confusion. "What the hell are you talking about?"

My blood is boiling at this point. Is he seriously playing dumb?

"Abigail cheated on Harry with Niall and you didn't tell me," I snap.

His eyes widen. "How do you know that?"

"Because she told me." The words come out of my mouth so fast that I didn't even realize what I just said.

I quickly cover my mouth with my hand. Zayn narrows his eyes at me.

"Abigail told you?" He asks skeptically.

I gulp and nod my head. He takes a step towards me and I instinctively take a step back. He smirks and takes another step towards me, testing me. What game is he playing? I glue my feet to my spot and stand my ground. Zayn Malik does not intimidate me.

He closes the distance between us so that we are chest to chest. I breath him in. He smells like musky expensive cologne. The scent is deliciously intoxicating. He leans down and I can feel his warm minty breathing dancing along my cheek. His breathing is slow but irregular, like he's desperately fighting to keep in under control.

"Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?" He whispers.

Now I am incredulous. Oh shit, we've got a Harry number two over here! How dare he say a thing like that. Is he me? No. So how the hell would he know if I see Abigail or not? He needs to back up out of my grill. I contemplate on slapping him, but he had surgery not even a week ago.

"It's true," I snap.

He lips connect to the skin where my jaw meets my neck. His smell mixed with his lust filled kisses is too much for me to handle.

"Zayn stop," My voice is hoarse.

He makes me weak. Get a grip Briella!

He nudges my head so he can have better access to my neck. He starts traling open mouth kisses along my neck. He kisses over to my ear and pulls it between his teeth. I moan. I'm so weak.

"Its been a while," he whispers.

I scoff. "Its been a week."

"That's a long time for me," he whispers.

"You went almost nine months with no sex," I say, my voice hoarse.

He grips my waste and pulls as close as possible. My breath hitches in my throat when I feel his growing erection press against my stomach. He pulls my ear between his teeth again and I moan.