Caitlyn's pov.
Zayn and I got to the house and bolted through the doors like something was after us. Miss Rose was standing in the living room, dusting the chairs. She greeted us but neither of us said anything to her. We raced upstairs, and I clung to the hem of my dress so that I wouldn't trip.
“My room or yours?” I asked, staring impatiently at him when we got to the hallway.
He pulled me closer by my waist, breathing heavily on my face. “Yours is closer.” He crashed his lips on mine again, and I swear I lost it.
He staggered towards my room while firmly gripping my waist, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth and forcing itself down my throat. I couldn't breathe but I didn't care, I kissed him back with equal energy, throwing all cares away.
My fingers dug into his hair
