ZAYN'S POV
“You…” Steve’s voice was quiet, but the weight behind it was unmistakable.
I leaned against the wall, keeping my arms crossed over my chest. “What about me?”
Irish turned his gaze toward Ava, his jaw tightening. “Did you…?” He trailed off as if saying the words would make it worse.
Ava looked like she wanted to disappear. Her cheeks burned red, and she stepped back, looking anywhere but at them.
I wasn’t going to let her feel ashamed.
“Yes,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “I did.”
A heavy silence falls into the room. Irish and Steve exchanged uneasy glances. I know better.
Irish clenched his fists, his charges between Ava and me, his expression unreadable. Steve, on the other hand, let out a sharp breath before shaking his head. Without another word, he turned and stor
