"From the ashes, we shall rise"
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT , VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED
The second book of the tainted series, it can NOT be read as a stand-alone.
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The next morning came by quickly than I had wanted, my night spent in deep fragments of love provided by Zayn. Neither of us sleeping much as he constantly whispered beautiful things in my ear, before telling him that I couldn't handle it anymore once my body had shook after coming again for the third time.
Zayn chuckled lightly before pulling me into his arms, while I laid my head on his chest exhausted. Both of us entangled in my covers, as the relaxed feeling of his hands rubbing the pudge of my stomach made me drift to sleep.
After what seemed like only two minutes of sleeping, I woke up to the sound of the front door opening and closing. My eyes widening as I heard Erica scream that she was home, before a series of hush whispered began outside.
I sat up quickly while holding the duvet to my chest, realizing that I was alone. The sound of Erica gasping in shock, while Harry just cursed to himself.
When in the mist of my actions last night with Zayn, I had forgot that we basically made a giant mess and just left it out in the open. Not even bothering to think about how we were going to clean it up, while also explaining the broke dishes that she liked a lot.
But there wasn't a specific 'we' involved seeing as Zayn had left me once again, this time in a tough predicament as I had to survive by myself once again. Pushing the thought to the back of my head, while sitting up straighter.
My heart pounded hard against my chest, looking around for the nearest article clothing to get out there. While also trying to come up with a perfect lie, guilt eating away at me for even doing what I had done to Caleb.
God, how in the hell was I going to explain all of this to him? One night without him and I managed to be unfaithful, alcohol couldn't even be a good excuse. Because they all know I would never risk my pregnancy like that, my baby way too important. So, in other words - telling him was going to happen.
Not understanding why I had done it at all, cheating is such a nasty and ugly thing to do, yet being so caught up in old emotions. It had felt right at the time, both of us needing each other in that state. That doesn't even make it a better excuse, since it's just admitting to him that I was still in love with Zayn.
My eyes scanned the room focusing on a giant t-shirt folded on a chair, I had done my laundry a few days ago. Procrastination being a deadly thing, since I kept finding reasons on why I shouldn't do it at that moment.
I thanked jesus silently before pushing off the covers, rushing towards the small chair as goosebumps began opening up all over my body. Funny enough we had forgotten to turn on the heat as well, sighing to myself before pulling it over my head.
The knob on my door turned as my eyes widen, as Zayn steps inside of the room. A deep sigh of relief going through me, as he looked at me in surprise. Before a precious smile came across his face, taking me in while still being naked.
