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He turns a little from the closet when I barge in, his dark hair rumpled.

“Oh,” I stumble, my fingers tightening around the knob. “Sorry, I heard you were back, I wanted to say hi” I mummured shipishly.

My eyes traveling around his room, there’s a black jacket draped over the chair by his bed, a crisp white shirt falls untucked from his black pants, he turns fully to face me, I must have caught him in the middle of undressing,

Heat floods my cheeks.

Zayne smiles at my embarrassment “Come on in” he tugs at the collar of his shirt before going for the cuffs at his wrists, undoing the right one then the left one. A light clicking sounds as he throws his cuff links on the bedside table.

I release a breath as I enter the room fully, closing the door behind me silently. His fingers go to the little buttons in his shirt.

He has shrugs of his shirt, tossing it to join his jacket on the chair as I close the distance between us. I notice he is looking a little tired, there’s a scruff in