I couldn’t get used to seeing Zayne pulling his helmet off like this. My chest tingled as he approached me, “Damn, you look good.” He complimented me.
I smiled up at him. I was wearing a fitted cow-neck armless black top and jeans, my long brown hair packed in a low bun. I applied a little makeover too. I wanted to enjoy tonight. With Zayne.
“You look good too, Zayne.” A small smile appeared on his lips as he stopped in front of me. “My mum wants you over at our house for dinner on Saturday night.”
Zayne revealed to me. His Mum. I remembered Mariah as a warm elegant woman from John’s birthday party.
My lips stretched into a smile before I could overthink it. “I will be there.” His eyes narrowed at me as he held my hands with his gloved-up ones. He took a hand to his lips and kissed my
