96. Best Part

Eve’s pov

Zayn and I slept like een blok [a block or two logs] and woke up around lunch time. I never slept in, but we must have needed the sleep.

Zayn looked at me with such love when we woke up, and I wish I could wake up like that every day. I didn’t want to go too fast and push Zayn away, so I was allowing Zayn to set the pace.

I got dressed while Zayn freshened up and joined him in the bathroom to brush my teeth and put some make-up on.

"You know you’re just as beautiful without make-up." Zayn said.

"Would you prefer if I didn’t wear makeup?" I asked, applying my mascara.

"Habib albi, I would never tell you what to do with your own body. You enjoy putting on makeup, right? It makes you feel good?"

I nodded, smiling at mijn held in the mirror. "I do. It's fun and it makes me feel pretty."

"Well, then I won’t stop you. I will not control you, like Lex did. Unless you ask me to take control." He said the last part huskily, and I knew exactly what he meant.

I trusted Zayn, but I don’t