~Zayn's POV~
My husband and I landed in Switzerland late last night, the crisp alpine air hitting us the moment we stepped off the plane.
Evric had already arranged for a private car to whisk us away to the apartment he'd booked. It wasn't just a hotel suite; it was a sprawling, high-end residence that felt as comfortable and private as our own home. He knew me too well, he knew I'd want a space where I could do whatever I wanted without the intrusion of hotel staff.
By the time we stepped through the apartment door, I was completely drained. The travel had left me exhausted.
Despite his exhaustion, my husband still fussed over me. "Baby, are you hungry?" Evric asked gently. "Do you want me to make something?" He reached out and rubbed my lower back in a comforting gesture.
"No," I mumbled, leaning my weight against him for a brief second. "I'm so tired, baby. I just want to sleep."
He chuckled lowly, kissing my forehead. "Go on then. Get cleaned up."
