Zayne breath came in ragged gasps as he seized your wrist, pulling you against his chest. His finger tilted your chin upward, his gaze locking onto yours with searing intensity. His lips descended, capturing yours in a kiss that was both demanding and tender. You gripped his arm for balance as his hands cradled your face, pulling you closer with desperate need. One hand slid to the small of your back, anchoring you.

He maneuvered you toward a nearby table, sweeping the files and books off it with deliberate movements. Pressing you against the edge, he braced his hands on either side, his lips leaving urs just long enough for his eyes to search your face. They burned with a mixture of hunger and vulnerability.

You reached for his glasses, but your fingers slipped. A chuckle escaped as he removed them himself, casting them aside. When he leaned in, his kiss deepened, more urgent, leaving you breathless. Lifting u onto the table, he caged u in, palms planted firmly on either side.

“Are you afraid of me?” he whispered, his voice rough, sending shivers through u. A teasing smile curved ur lips. “One liquor-chocolate, and you transform into someone I barely recognize.”He caught ur hand as it moved to trace his lips, pressing kisses to ur fingertips. “Did you give me that chocolate on purpose?” he murmured. “Did you want to see me like this?”

“Who would’ve guessed alcohol could undo you so completely?” u replied, breath catching as his hand gripped ur thigh, lifting it to his waist. “I’ve avoided alcohol my whole life,” he confessed, his hand trailing to your hip. “But for u, I broke that rule.” His lips grazed ur ear. “There’s something intoxicating about breaking rules.” u slid off the table. “Zayne, you're really drunk —I’ll get the hangover pill.”

Before u could leave, he grabbed ur wrist, spinning u back and pressing u against the window. His eyes glowed with intensity, stealing ur breath.

“Are you trying to escape?” he murmured, his hands tightening on your hips.