Chương 28: A married woman

The kiss was like a slow-burning fire, that seems to ignite a passion within me.

Zayn's lips were soft and gentle, yet firm and demanding, leaving me breathless and wanting more. His tongue traced the curves of my mouth, sending shivers down my spine. I felt like I was melting into his embrace, losing myself in the sensation of his lips on mine.

When we finally broke apart, I was left gasping for air, "What...what..." I stuttered, my voice barely audible.

"There are reporters nearby," he whispered, his voice low and urgent. "You don't want your face to be seen, do you? The newspaper would be filled with scandals, and it won't be good for you."

Oh…so that was why he kissed me. I felt a bit offended, thinking he would say he wanted to kiss me due to how tantalizing my lips were.

"Well, I could…have just used my hair."

"You could have, but this was better. Don't you think?"