Scarlet POV
Zain is usually sweet. Protective, dramatic, ridiculous, but sweet. The man who pinned me to the wall a few minutes ago? That wasn’t the Zain I know. Or maybe it was, just a version I hadn’t met yet. Judging by the way Liam’s grinning like Christmas came early, he’s clearly very familiar with that side of Zain.
I try to look at Zain seriously, I really do, but I can hear Liam in the background still taunting him. It makes it impossible to keep a straight face.
“Thanks, Zain,” I say finally, and his attention flicks to me. He’s swatting Liam’s hand away from something, probably his thigh, like usual.
“What?” he asks, sounding half suspicious.
“For last night,” I say with a little more weight. “I’m grateful. That it was you.”
Before Zain can respond, Liam’s chuckle fills th
