Zayn drove to Selene's house with the windows down, cool night air whipping against his bruised face. Every bump in the road sent a fresh throb through his split lip and swollen eye, but he didn't care. He needed this over. Tonight.
The porch light was on when he pulled up. Selene's car was in the driveway, music thumping faintly from inside. He killed the engine, sat there for a long second staring at the steering wheel, then forced himself out.
Before he could even knock, the front door flew open.
Selene stood there in tiny shorts and one of his old shirts she'd take home. Her hair was loose and glowing under the light, and the second she saw him her whole face lit up, ecstatic, like he'd just handed her the world.
