Nasya's POV
My heart stuttered violently in my chest, missing several crucial beats as adrenaline flooded my system. The sudden appearance of his silhouette in the doorway sent electric currents of shock through every nerve ending.
Zayn.
I scrambled up from the cold tile floor so quickly my vision swam with black spots, fingers fumbling against the door handle just as Matilda vanished back into my body in an instant. Before I could even ask Matilda why she had hidden herself, Zayn's voice reached me: "Are you okay?"
No one wants to appear vulnerable in front of someone they love—least of all me. I forced a smile and replied, "I'm fine."
His tone remained characteristically cool, but those emerald eyes - God, those eyes - burned with an intensity that made me feel like I was his entire world. For a moment, his concern warmed me, and my heart stirred back to life.
I love him...
