Just A Game ♡ Ziall

“You’re mine,” Zayn murmured against Niall’s skin, continuing to trail gentle kisses down his bare chest. This was the only way that he could possibly show that he had a claim over the boy.

For a moment, Niall just remained silent—a coy expression fixed on his face.

“I don’t belong to anyone, especially not you. It’s just a one-time thing.”

That one time turned into multiple after that night.