A faint, almost relieved smile curved on his lips before his hand drifted down, slowly, deliberately, until his fingers closed around my cock. He rubbed the tip in lazy circles, his voice dropping to a low, almost regretful murmur.
"I'm sorry… You touched me, and I tried so damn hard not to react. Little Zayn, I'm sorry."
I stared at him for a moment, then let out a quiet laugh. He shook his head, eyes narrowing playfully.
"It was fucking hard to resist you… But I'm a strong soldier. I didn't let my guard down."
I met his gaze seriously. "I'm glad you can laugh about it now… but promise me you'll never get angry with me like that again. You scared me, Evric, watching you lose your temper like that."
His expression softened, guilt flickering in his eyes. "I was in pain, Zayn. I thought I was losing you… or that someone else might take you away from me."
