Caitlyn's pov.
“Perhaps he was overstimulated. Something must have happened at work after I left.”
I couldn't sleep after I stormed into my room, and I couldn't stop thinking about the way Zayn rejected my food. I had no idea that I had started to make excuses for him and it was driving me crazy.
I should be mad at him, enraged that he yelled at me and rejected the food that I spent so much time and effort making but instead, I was worried about him. I was concerned that he might have had a bad day. What nonsense!
Just this morning, he was acting like he had never eaten breakfast in his life, licking up the plate like it was a duty. And now this? He's rejecting mine without even tasting it? Why did that make me so freaking jealous!?
I stopped pacing and went to sit on my bed, tryin
