After some more polite and rather awkward conversation, we all settled on having some dinner and sat around the dining table. Cindy was back to her happy self and made no attempts to hide how badly she wanted Zayn to forgive her. Her eyes were glued to him and she was transfixed by every word he said.
We were about to have dessert when Zayn excused himself to take a call. I took that as my opportunity to talk to him and to tell him to stop being such an A-class jerk. Cindy was in the kitchen, whipping up some sort of alcoholic concoction for her and Zayn so she didn't see me slipping away. Mark understood why I had to talk to Zayn but he wasn't very happy about me leaving to see him alone. I kissed his lips softly and assured him that I'd be fine; living for four months with the guy had
