His Jealousy

Zoe~

We retired back to our hotel room. The moment we entered, Louis pulled away from me, recoiling as though I was suddenly diseased. I was confused—he had been quite okay not too long ago, so I wondered what had his ruffles in a bunch.

I had not really planned how we were going to manage sharing a room for the rest of the wedding event without getting into any awkward situations. But to my absolute shock, Louis pulled off his shirt in one smooth motion, followed by his undershirt. Soon, he had his hands on his buckle, loosening it. He was undressing in front of me without a single care.

"Louis," I silently gasped. "I am still here."

He turned to me fully, and I had an eye full of the broad expanse of his chest and promptly looked away.

"So?" he asked, his tone dismissive.

To my horror, I heard the clinking of his belt buckle. I didn't even bother to try and ask him to stop; I escaped to the bathroom. I took a breath of relief.

Until I heard the door click open. My heart lunged into