Lily’s eyes widened in shock. Zayn’s question echoed in her head. She shook her head frantically, refusing to believe it was true. In heat? No, that couldn’t be right.
But the burning sensation spreading through her body told a different story. Every inch of her skin tingled with hypersensitivity. Zayn’s scent filled her nostrils, making her dizzy with desire and lust.
“No,” she mouthed silently while shaking her head, her hands trembling too much to sign properly.
She shook her head frantically in denial, even as her body betrayed her with waves of undeniable heat flowing through her veins. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not with him.
She tried to step back, to put distance between them, but her legs wobbled treacherously. The mere brush of fabric against her skin felt like torture, heightening her sensitivity to unbearable levels.
Zayn’s nostrils flared again as he caught another wave of her scent—sweet, intoxicating, and unmistakable.
