You and Zayn are lying on the same bed. I mean you're now Mrs. Malik and you're having your honeymoon.
"Morning, babe." He whispered while you felt his warm breath on your neck.
That woke you up.
Then you turned around and smiled.
"Morning."
Then you rolled out of bed and left him there. You went to the sofa cause your luggage and stuffs were on the couch.
You took your shirt off, slowly. Then felt hands on your waist and a warm body pressed onto your back.
"Let me change." You said.
You heard no remark from him. But only his hand that moves your long hair aside.
"Zayn." You mumbled.
"What?" He whispered between his exploration on your neck.
"You know I'm ticklish." You giggled. "Zayn!"
And this time you turned around and placed your hands on his neck.
He's topless while you only wore bra cause you weren't able to change.
You looked into his eyes, then to his lips, then back to his eyes again.
Then you kissed him roughly that you even pushed him on the couch while your stuffs were falling down one by one.
"I thought you're going to change?" He asked.
"Yes. I've changed my mind."
Then both of you just snogged the whole morning.
