Zayn sat up slowly, the sheets pooling around his waist. He ran a hand through his messy hair, exhaling like he was steadying himself before speaking. He locked eyes with Damian for a second just to get a look at how determined the boy was to hear his answer.
"I've never done this," Zayn started quietly. "Been with a guy. Felt… anything this strong, this fast. I'm not out. I haven't even said the words to myself until the last few weeks. But last night—" He paused, took a deep breath and swallowed hard. "Being with you felt right in a way nothing else ever has…"
Damian felt his cheeks burn at those words. He didn't overreact, nor did he say a word. He just sat still, a shy smile tugging at his lips, while Zayn continued.
