That was when it happened.
Her loose shirt shifted, dipping low enough to reveal the soft curves of her cleavage.
The candlelight in the room cast delicate shadows against her skin since the outside was darkened by clouds, and for a moment, Zayn's gaze lingered before he quickly averted his eyes.
'Shit.'
Elisse, completely unaware of what she had just done, scoffed, standing upright with the tray in her hands.
"Hmph," she huffed, giving him a look that felt more like a challenge than anything else.
Then, without another word, she turned on her heel and made her way to the door.
The tray balanced in one hand, her other reaching for the handle.
Zayn watched as she exited, the door clicking shut behind her.
A long sigh escaped his lips.
He leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling, his body sinking into the mattress.
It was strange — these moments with her. They were unpredictable.
