Hours later, Lena lay on the far side of the massive bed, curled beneath the sheets, exhaustion dragging her limbs down even as her mind raced. The villa was quiet, but her heartbeat felt loud in her ears, thudding with panic every time she remembered where she was—whose room she was in.
She thought Zayn would leave.
Or sleep in another room.
Or set security guards outside the door.
She was wrong.
He entered the room just as the clock struck midnight, the soft click of the door followed by the heavy, assured sound of his footsteps moving across the carpet. Lena stiffened as he removed his jacket and draped it over a chair, then loosened the cuffs of his shirt with that same deliberate slowness that always unnerved her.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
Zayn glanced at her, eyes u
