The days following Zayn's departure were filled with tension. Kay tried to focus on her work at the hospital, but her mind wandered constantly. She couldn't shake the memory of Zayn’s lips on hers, the way he had made her feel like she was the center of his universe. She couldn’t forget the rawness, the hunger, the way their bodies had connected in ways she never imagined possible. The physical ache lingered in her chest, gnawing at her every time she thought of him.

  Zayn’s house—almost finished, but not quite ready for him to move into permanently—seemed like the perfect place to escape to. And for her, it was the perfect place to indulge in the passion that still consumed her thoughts. The question she couldn't answer was: Why couldn’t she stop thinking about him?

  Kay tried to pretend everything was normal. She went about her day, did her job, kept her distance from Zayn as best she could, but there was always a part of her that longed for the one man she was told to stay away from.

  The evening was quiet when Kay found herself driving to Zayn’s house. It wasn’t far from where she worked, but it felt like miles away in the emotional storm swirling inside her. She had no intention of telling anyone where she was going, especially Ravi. She couldn’t explain this need she had, this pull toward him that didn’t make sense.

  When she parked outside the house, her heart raced. She could already feel the weight of the decision she was about to make, but something deep within her told her she couldn’t stay away any longer.

  The house was dark, except for the soft light filtering through the windows. Kay walked up the steps to the front door, hesitating for just a moment. The last time she’d been here, everything had changed. But she couldn’t deny the magnetism, the desire still burning inside her. She knocked softly, heart in her throat. The door swung open almost immediately.

  Zayn stood before her, dressed in a simple black T-shirt and jeans. His expression was unreadable, but the moment his eyes met hers, something passed between them—a flicker of something deep, something untamed.

  “I didn’t expect you,” Zayn murmured, his voice thick with a mix of surprise and something else—something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

  Kay swallowed hard. “I couldn’t stay away,” she confessed, her voice quiet but filled with determination.

  For a moment, neither of them moved. It was as if the air itself was holding its breath. Then, slowly, Zayn stepped back, letting her in.

  She didn’t hesitate. She followed him inside, closing the door behind her, the silence of the house amplifying her every step. She could feel the pull between them growing stronger with each passing second.

  Zayn didn’t say anything, but his eyes never left her as he led her through the house. He took her to the living room, where only the soft glow of a few lamps illuminated the space. She could feel the intensity of his gaze on her, his thoughts clouded with the same desire she felt.

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  "Are you sure about this?" Zayn asked, his voice low, as if every word he spoke held weight.

  Kay nodded. "I’m sure."

  She took a step closer, closing the distance between them. His breath hitched, and in that moment, she could see how much he was struggling to keep himself composed.

  “I don’t want to regret this,” he said, his hand reaching out, fingers brushing against her arm.

  “I don’t either,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

  Without another word, Zayn pulled her into his arms. Their lips met in a fiery kiss, the heat of it burning away the last of their hesitation. Kay's hands threaded through his hair, pulling him closer as his hands slid down her back, pressing her body against his.

  She could feel his heart racing, matching her own. Every touch, every kiss, felt like an explosion. There was no room for anything but them—just the heat, the urgency, the passion that threatened to consume them both.

  Zayn backed her toward the couch, his hands roaming over her body as if he couldn’t get enough. His lips left hers, trailing down her neck as she gasped, arching into him. Her body responded instinctively, every nerve on fire as he kissed her with a desperation that matched her own.

  “Kay,” Zayn breathed against her skin, his voice raw. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

  She shuddered, her hands sliding under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. "I feel it too," she whispered back, her words barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

  The passion between them surged, uncontrolled and wild. Zayn’s hands found their way to the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head in one fluid motion, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. His lips trailed lower, leaving fiery kisses across her collarbone, making her pulse race.

  Kay’s breath hitched as she felt his hands lower to her waist, tugging at her pants. She pulled away just enough to meet his eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation. But there was none. He was just as lost in the moment as she was, his desire for her evident in the way he looked at her.

  “Are you sure?” he asked again, his voice hoarse, his hands still on the edge of her pants.

  She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I’m sure.”

  Zayn didn’t waste another second. He kissed her again, hard and hungry, as if the world might end the moment they stopped. She responded with equal intensity, her hands working to remove the rest of their clothes. They tumbled onto the couch, their bodies entangled, as they gave in to the overwhelming need for each other.

  Hours passed like minutes, lost in the heat of their passion. They made love again and again, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. Every kiss, every touch, every breath felt like it was branded into their souls.

  By the time the first light of dawn began to filter through the windows, they were both tangled in the sheets, exhausted but blissfully content. Zayn pulled her into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as they lay there in silence.

  Kay’s heart was still racing, but there was no regret, no doubt in her mind. This was right—this moment, this man, everything.

  “I never thought I’d feel this way about anyone,” Zayn murmured, his voice soft but sincere. “You… You have me, Kay. I can’t explain it. You’ve got me bazodee."

  Kay smiled against his chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  For now, that was enough. But deep down, she knew this was far from over. The feelings they had for each other were only getting stronger, and no matter what happened next, there was no going back.