The two of you were now lying at her bed after heaven knows what you both did. Both leaning against the wall, with her thin long arm wrapped around your shoulder. The both of you look so lovey-dovey, that you almost forgot that the situationship existed. The thought of Zoya, the troubled gang leader, giving you full access to her house has made your mind racing with thoughts. But in reality, you both are only on a secret situationship.

Due to the past silence, she finally took her hand off your shoulder then sat up on the bed to put on her clothes, giving you a blunt utterance.

“I think you should go. It's getting late now.” It sounded like her deep voice hesitated. Almost confusing you if either she actually wants you to go or stay for the affection on this only rare moment. As she looked at you for one bit, both of you shared a stare of longingness. Her one brow raised then looked away, probably, you made her flustered.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”