Zayn's POV
Morning came faster than I expected as I sat at the head of the dining table with my mind deep in thought.
I had finished working out about an hour ago, but with the adrenaline still pumping through me, I didn't bother with a shirt and threw on a thin black tank top instead.
Not long after, Vivian walked into the dining room looking far too composed for someone who had almost fallen out of bed all night because she didn't want any form of contact. When she saw me, she halted and glanced at me with wide eyes.
"Good morning," I said, welcoming her in.
"Morning," she replied with a small voice, and I watched as she took a seat at the far end of the table and began to serve herself.
I watched her over the rim of my cup as she bypassed most of the heavy breakfast
