Zayn-day (Do you fucking like me?)

When I realize, I gulp down my throat, my eyes twitching and all. Licking my lips, I take note of how he looks at me while smoothly gliding through the door and disappearing out of my sight. Papa was happily enjoying his toast dipped in coffee and I was happily running towards my room.

Quickly shoving every article and clothing off my stupid bed, I grab my phone from the bag and as expected, there was a text from Zayn.

[Hey sweetheart]

[I'll be back home by 1:30]

[Expecting you to receive me...]

And a few emojis

Taking down the information, I begin to giggle while sending him a series of messages.

[Of course darling~]

[I'll be in my bed]

[Waiting for you with lubes]

[Drugged for ya~]

Oh boy, I could already hear him chuckling so hard from the distance that I bite down on my lip. I hope he's impressed with me and does me the way I want today.

Of course, we have to hide from our father or go somewhere out.

I see him reacting to the message and assume that he reached school and should gi