Chapter 66

The Friday air was filled with expectation. A warm breeze

flowed through the opened window of Zayn's cottage home and I realized I left it

open all night.

I got up and closed the window, and then padded to the wardrobe to get some decent clothing , I stood puzzled when I didn't find any of my shirts and pulled on one of Zayn's old shirt .

After I appeared halfway presentable, I headed

downstairs. My feet froze at the base of the stairs as I paused when I saw Zayn with bags .

I glanced from him already dressed to the

dress lying over the back of the couch.

"So you were the one that stole my clothes " I asked playfully before leaning in for a kiss.

" Well I wouldn't call that stealing exactly " he kisses me again "I just didn't want to wake you up.

"What are you doing with the bags ?" I asked pointing at the bags.

"I had Paco drop them this morning and I gathered a few from here as well" he replies as he picked up one the bags .

Paco peeped