His voice came quietly but steadily against my chest. "Thank you, babe."
I smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple. "You're welcome. With me, you have nothing to worry about."
He didn't reply, just sighed and rested his head on my shoulder, his body easing into mine. With that quiet closeness, I started the car, and together we headed back home.
Halfway through, my phone buzzed. James's name flashed on the screen. I groaned before picking up.
"James, I told you I wasn't coming in today. Why are you still calling me?" My voice was sharp, protective.
"Boss, I know. But one of our clients is here and he specifically requested for you. I wouldn't call if it wasn't urgent."
I pinched the bridge of my nose, ready to snap. "I told you, James, I'm not coming to work today, that's it." I ended the call before he could say anything else, my frustration still boiling.
But before I could even breathe, Zayn's soft voice cut in.
