On the drive home, Zayn couldn't let go of Evie-Mae's hand. Her hand was perched on the shift stick, and Zayn's massive hand had covered it.
"We're here, babe." Zayn leaned in, and pressed his lips to her cheek.
She smiled, and pulled away. She gathered her belongings, and unbuckled herself, taking a gander at his house from time to time.
Zayn's house was really small on the outside. From the looks of it, it probably has two rooms, one bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room. Zayn was already out of the car by then, and he had opened the door for Evie-Mae.
He shut the car door behind her, and led her up the stairs to the front door. While looking for the house key, Evie-Mae admired the flowers that were planted in the window box that hung off the ground. The mixes of purples and pinks brightened the front yard, and made the house look less gloomier, even if it were dark out, like it is now.
"Come on in, babe." Zayn said, pulling her inside, and flipping the light switch.
Evie-Mae's head turned and followed Zayn inside. It was a cozy house, with lots of family photos placed on the walls, and on the side tables. The room was painted a deep red, and the furniture was a dark, dark brown. The modern TV was set on the stand, collecting some dust.
"What a nice house, Zayn. Did you decorate this yourself?" Evie-Mae asked.
"No, my mum did it,." Zayn replied, shoving his jeans into his pocket.
"Oh, well, it's a very lovely house." She stated, adding a small grin.
"Thanks." Zayn said, walking closer to her.
He leaned his forehead onto hers, his thumbs caressing her cheeks. Her fierce, blue eyes bore into his warm, brown eyes. Her lips slightly parted as he teasingly brushed his lips over hers, and smirked.
"You're such a tease." Evie-Mae smirked, her voice only for Zayn to hear.
"I know, babe." Zayn replied, pressing his lips to hers, again.
He pushed her up against the banister of the staircase, and leant into her neck. He sunk his teeth into the soft skin, slowly biting and tugging at it. A small moan came from her mouth, making Zayn grin in satisfaction.
Zayn continued, pushing his hips into hers. His bulge pressed into her lower abdomen area, as he continued to press kissed all over her neck.
"Let's go upstairs, babe." Zayn whispered.
He pulled away, and grabbed her hand. He led her up the cherrywood steps, down the dark hall, into a dark room. Zayn turned the light, only to dim it. It was light enough only to see where the furniture was.
Zayn shut the door and locked it, while Evie-Mae took a seat on the bed. As soon as Zayn reached the bed, his chest was bare. His tight-fitted shirt was thrown carelessly to the ground, and his shoes were lazily kicked off to the corner of his room.
He approached Evie-Mae laying her down as he hovered over her, kissing her. He held himself up by his elbows, and pressed his soft lips to Evie-Mae's cherry-flavored lips.
Her hands wound up cupping Zayn's face, kissing him with such passion, and never let him go. Between some kisses, they snuck in some grins. The passion in this moment stuck as if they've loved one another for years, and they were giving each other their all.
Zayn's lips soon left a trail of kisses down her neck and into her neck. Soft moans escaped her lips, as he pressed his lips to her soft skin. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure at one moment, but soon opened when Zayn was about to lift up her shirt.
She pushed him off of her, and sat up. Zayn was confused, so he tilted his head and leant into her neck, but she pulled away again.
"I can't do this, Zayn." She said, and got up from his bed. She walked over to the door and turned on the light completely, so she can find a mirror. The mirror was hung on the wall, in front of Zayn's hovering over his desk.
She stood in the mirror, looking for any blemishes or scars. She didn't see any, until she saw the swollen love bite Zayn had left on her earlier. It was a deep purplish-blue, and it was slightly swollen.
"Ev-" Zayn started, but she just stared at him.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, Evie-Mae." Zayn quickly came to her.
He slightly hovered over her, rubbing his thumb over the swollen skin, gentle not to hurt her. She slightly winced in pain, her bottom lip stuck between her teeth.
"I'm so sorry, Evie-Mae." He leaned his forehead into hers, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
He pressed his lips into hers, and kissed her gently and hoped for forgiveness. She soon accepted, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
For a second she pulled away, only to tell him that she forgave him. She soon pressed her lips on his again, and kissed him with the same passion he gave to her.