Chapter Thirty-eight

All through the ride home, I kept glancing at my phone. Don't get me wrong. I was just curious to know what he has got to tell or give me.

“How many more minutes left until we get home?” I asked Zayn with my eyes still focused on the screen of my phone.

“Less than thirty minutes. Why?”

“Just want to get out of these clothes. I'm feeling very uncomfortable.” I answered rather quickly. Deep within my ears my response sounds too unconvincing because I was the one that picked out this particular outfit.

“Well, he began his upper lip curved into a smirk. Why don't you undress now?”

“Where?”

“In the car of course.” he answered with that sexy as hell smirk plastered on his lips.

“You're sick__”

“Yes baby.He cut in. I'm sick, and your body is the cause of it all.”

I just shook my head and placed my head on the window glancing at the dark gloomy night.

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“Zayn!!!” I hummed out as I tried to pull down the zipper of my gown with little success.

“Can you please co