~Evric's POV~
I couldn't help but smile as I asked softly, "Babe, tell me the truth... is your bottom really that sore, or are you just trying to make me take full responsibility for what I did last night?"
Zayn didn't answer right away. He just sighed dramatically and mumbled that he couldn't speak; his mouth was too tired to say anything.
I laughed quietly and brushed a strand of hair from his face. "Sorry, baby." I didn't push him for more. Deep down, I knew he just wanted me to pamper him and honestly, I didn't mind.
After I fed him breakfast, I helped him shower, then joined him under the warm water. The quiet moments between us were filled with soft smiles, gentle touches, and the kind of peace that made everything else fade away.
Since it was the weekend, I asked, "Should we go out today?"
He tilted his head, thinking for a moment before replying, "That's actually a good idea… but my friends said they're coming over later."
