you slump against the sofa as Zayne moves closer to you. His warm intense gaze falls into my lips. Masked by his long eyelashes, a certain affection rests within the depths of his eyes

he sighs "You—" "Are you sober now?" he said. There's not much space between you both. You blink, holding your wine glass. But to not surprise, he just smiles faintly and stands up. He's heading to the bathroom

"Zayne? where are you going?" you ask. His relaxed voice echoes from the darkness "I'm getting a warm towel to wipe your face"

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not long after he returned "face, closer" he said softly. Without further ado, you immediately brought your face closer to him

"...Your body too, please" he said again. Then you moved your body closer to him. He immediately gently wipes your body

"Zayne, do I have to be drunk for you to treat me like this?" you ask. His hand moves to wipe your face and answers you "someone thinks it's special treatment"

he moves away, then wipes the remaining water near your lips with his hand "and you don't claim to be drunk"