Swaying my hips more than necessary , I strode towards Zayn, blushing slightly when I saw him checking me out. I wasn't even wearing anything fancy, just my favorite skinny jeans and a worn-out blue Superman shirt. I walked until I was only inches away from him and smirked.
“Why, would you like one, Mr. Lyon?” I asked, c*****g an eyebrow. He laughed and tugged me forward so that I collided with his chest, my hands immediately placing themselves on his shoulders for support.
“What if I was in the mood for more?” He asked huskily and I shivered. Someone coughed behind us and we both looked sheepishly at Stuart. Honestly, I'd forgotten that he was even there. After that, Zayn grabbed my hand and led me inside, so we could have some privacy. For the second time ever, I found myself in his r
