"Don't act like you don't want me," Zayn says slowly backing us into a wall. "You like when I talk to you like this: controlling you. I see it in the way your breathing", he whispers, "changes", he runs his finger down my throat, setting my body ablaze. "And the fact you continue to set yourself farther and farther from me," he breathes against my neck, "only makes me want you more." ~ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © nosensesproblem