I whispered against his skin, voice low and needy. "Babe… I'm horny."
Silence. He didn't move, didn't answer.
I gathered my courage and pressed soft kisses along his shoulder, my hand slipping down, searching for his cock. But before I could reach him, his hand caught mine, firm.
"Evric," he murmured, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "Not tonight. I'm tired."
I tried again, my words almost a plea. "Babe… but I need you. I'm so hard."
His grip only tightened. "Not tonight," he repeated, finally this time.
Even though I knew he could feel my need, Zayn didn't let me touch him. And that hurt more than the rejection itself, it felt like he was drifting further and further away from me.
I got up and slipped into the bathroom, needing a moment to steady myself. Splashing water on my face, I forced my body to calm down, swallowing the heat that burned and rose fiercely between my legs.
