Zayn eyes studied my face and his fingers went up to my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“That didn't come out right, I'm sorry,” he said softly and I nodded stupidly. Whenever he was like this, I found it easier to lose myself in his eyes. The color was so magical, so enchanting that it was hard to not get transfixed by them.
“It's okay; I shouldn't have bugged you so early in the morning,” I replied shyly, mentally cursing myself for giving in to him so easily. I noted how he still had a firm hold on my wrist and neither of us has made an attempt to change that.
“Did you really used the word bugged?” he asked, clearly amused. I scoffed, did he have to ruin the moment?
I began to turn away from him once again but he got to the door before I could.
“Let's go out and get breakfast,
