in the cold weather, zayne’s cold hands were on yours, as he leaned into your soft touch while youre stroking his cheek, his evol is getting out of control. he held you close, stroked your cheek as you looked at him

“I need you. I have never denied that. Its just…”

he trailed off, looking at your lips, then back at your eyes.

“Its not the kind of need you think it is.”

he spoke while leaning closer and captured your lips in a long, deep kiss. Thats just how desperate he was for you.