What was I doing? “Stop,” I said breathlessly, but he didn't listen. His lips found its way towards mine again, but this time I was stronger.
“No, Zayn, no,” I repeated, my breath coming out in pants. He finally realized that I wasn't responding and pulled back. His palm cupped my cheek as he joined our foreheads.
“I've missed you so damn much,” he said huskily, and I had to close my eyes, knowing that if I saw his face, my resolve would crumble. Slowly, torturously, I began to pull myself away from him so that we were no longer touching.
Zayn's eyebrows furrowed as he took a step closer to me and I took a step back. We continued this until my back was pressed against a wall, and he was only inches away from me.
“Why?” he asked in a broken voice and my eyes darted immediately to th
