she grabbing her bag and heading for the door. But just as she was about to step out, she hesitated, turning back and closing the door behind her like she is hiding to save her life. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Do you miss me already?" I teased, my voice low as I watched her press her back against the door, her expression tense.
"Shh!" she whispered urgently, her eyes flicking to the door.
"Your friends are coming. Don't let them know I'm here."
I chuckled, feeling the excitement build. "Hiding from them now? What will they think if they find you alone with me?"
"Stop it," she whispered, her fists clenched as she tried to shush me.
Grinning, I pulled my t-shirt off, revealing my bare chest. "Maybe I should just tell them we're in the middle of something…"
Her eyes widened, but she quickly looked away, hiding behind the door. "You're impossible," she muttered, though her voice betrayed a hint of breathlessness.
Before she could say more, there was a knock, and my friends' voices called out. "Yo, open up! We brought drinks—let's party!"
I glanced at Amira, who gestured for me to stay quiet. I couldn't resist. "I was in the middle of something," I called out, keeping my tone playful.
Amira's eyes shot open in shock, and she pinched my arm painfully behind the door. I winced but kept the grin on my face. The pain only fueled my amusement.
"Zayn, what the hell, man?" one of my friends asked, suspicious. "What are you doing in there?"
I cracked the door open, making sure they couldn't see Amira hiding behind it. They immediately noticed my shirtless state and exchanged knowing looks. "Ohhh, I see what's going on," one of them said with a laugh, holding up the liquor. "We'll leave you to it."
But before they could go, a girl who had been clinging to me lately barged up to the door, jealousy clear in her eyes as she saw me standing half-naked.
"What's this?" she demanded, trying to push her way in.
I blocked her path, my voice cold. "This isn't your place. Stay in your limit."
Amira, still hiding, watched in shock. I had never been this harsh, especially to a girl, but this one wasn't important. The girl's face fell, hurt and anger flashing before she turned and stormed off.
My friends just laughed, walking away, leaving me and Amira alone again.
Once the door clicked shut, I turned back to Amira with a smirk. "Well, that was fun."
She stepped out from behind the door, crossing her arms as she glared at me. "Fun? You just humiliated her."
"She's not my girlfriend," I shrugged, moving closer to her. "She's just… clingy."
"That doesn't mean you can treat her like that," Amira snapped.
I stopped right in front of her, raising an eyebrow. "Why do you care? It's not like she matters."
Amira turned away, her frustration clear. "You can't just treat people like they're disposable."
"I don't treat you like that."
Her breath hitched as I stepped closer, my body inches from hers. I could feel the heat between us, the tension crackling in the air. "Zayn…" she started, her voice faltering.
I reached up, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You're different, Amira," I whispered, my eyes locking onto hers. "You drive me crazy."
She hesitated, her resolve weakening for a moment before she stepped back, shaking her head. "This isn't happening."
My frustration grew, but I didn't push. The desire pulsed through me, but I knew better than to force it. "You can't deny this forever," I said, my voice husky.
"I'm not denying anything," she shot back, her voice trembling slightly. "But I won't let you control me. I'm not one of those girls you can just use."
I softened, my gaze searching hers. "That's not what this is. I don't want to use you. I just… I can't stop thinking about you."
She stared at me, her defenses slowly crumbling, but she shook her head again. "I need to go," she whispered, turning for the door.
I let her go, but as she reached the door, I spoke again, my voice low and full of intent. "I'll be waiting, Amira. You can run, but this isn't over."
Her hand froze on the knob for a second before she stepped out, leaving me alone, my body burning with the desire I had barely managed to control.