Rina sucked in a sharp breath as Zayn’s words hung in the air, the beginning of a tension weaving out. By some chord binding them both strongly her eyes strayed to his lips almost at the same time as he did, and a groan escaped his lips, causing her to look sharply into his eyes.
“You are not making this any easy. You know that, don’t you?”
“How?” her lips barely moved, but Zayn heard her clearly.
“Rina, you know how irresistible you are. It’s a chilly night, and you are standing in front of me in a bathrobe with your cleavage peeking from the top. All I can think about is the last time my hands roamed your body, the last time I had you pinned against my door, your soft moans imprinted in my being. It has plagued my every moment since then, and I cannot bear to stare at my door without remembering that day.”
“I’m going to change into something else.” But her feet didn’t move an inch, keeping her rooted to the spot, her eyes growing hazy, and her desires fighting to be let out. The air crackled with the rest of their unspoken words in the dimly lit hallway, and Rina thought the temperature in the room had suddenly increased. The bathrobe felt too hot for comfort, yet her feet were unwilling to listen to her brain.
Zayn reached out, his fingers brushing against her arm, sending shivers down her spine. Still, he struggled with the implication of what he was about to do, knowing that it was a line there was no coming back. Rina’s eyes were filled with desire and uncertainty at that moment as she fought the battle raging within her, the same battle he was fighting within himself. Every bit of her wanted to close the space that was between them, to throw all caution to the wind and just give in to the tension that had been building between them for so long. Still, something held them back something that was bound to snap at any second.
“I should leave now that I have the chance to,” he whispered, his voice barely a breath.
Rina nodded, her lips parting slightly. “You should.” She vaguely remembered a question forming in her head, if he had flown all the way just to see her. But that had taken second place easily, as she was overwhelmed with these errant emotions that should have been nipped in the bud a while ago.
Still, Zayn didn’t move. Their eyes locked in that moment and time seemed to stand still. The world faded away, leaving only the both of them frozen in the moment. Zayn leaned in slowly, his breath mingling with hers. Rina felt the warmth tease her lips, and her eyes fluttered close, her head lifting up slightly in anticipation of the moment she had imagined since she met Zayn again. But nothing could have prepared her for the sudden thrill that ran through her when their lips met, slowly tentative, like they were searching the waters.
He sighed softly in her mouth and paused for a second, before nibbling at her bottom lip. It was meant to be a light peck, just to satisfy his damn cravings, but Zayn found himself losing control. He tried to hold on to it, tried to push himself back, and walk away. No one could see them that way, as it would ruin everything Rina had been trying to guard so hard. But in that moment, none of their fears seemed to matter.
“Fuck it!” Zayn whispered as his hand found its way to her waist, pulling her closer. The soft robe created friction with the linen of his shirt, and Zayn wished they didn’t have to deal with that. Burying his other hand in her hair, he pulled Rina impossibly closer, deepening the kiss. Their tongues met in the heat of passion and Rina felt heat travel around her, pooling in the pit of her stomach. She pressed her thighs together as the heat settled there, unable to think straight anymore.
Rina wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangled in his hair. She stood on her toes as she pressed her petite frame into him, allowing the thrill of that kiss happening in the dimly lit hallway to take over. The kiss was electric, a release of pent-up desire and emotion. It turned fast-paced, and neither of them was able to hold back anymore. Their desperation contrasted their usual calm demeanor around each other and their bodies pressed together.
Zayn felt her breath quicken as his tongue pushed further, tangling with hers in a heated dance. Her hands tightened around his neck, her nails digging into his skin. But Zayn could barely feel the hurt as he pulled her even closer, his body molding against hers. He could feel every curve, the softness of her boobs pressing against his chest, every erratic heartbeat. His thumb hooked on the shoulder of the robe, but he didn’t tug.
Not yet.
A low moan escaped her as he nibbled her lower lip and her toes curled as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Rina clung to him with all her might, desperate for more, a part of her toying with the idea of inviting him over. She tried to remember why they had decided not to have any physical relationship in the first place, but the reason eluded her at that moment.
The shrill of his phone reverberated around the space, breaking through the tension that had settled between them. They broke apart abruptly, their foreheads resting against each other’s. Their breaths ragged and hearts pounded, as the phone rang insistently. Zayn let out a string of curses as he fished for it in his pocket, ending the call without checking who it was.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Zayn murmured, his voice hoarse. “But right now, I really do not want to care, and it’s weird because I usually care. What have you done to me, Rina Power?”
She met his gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and restrictions.
And in the background, a camera flashed away.