CHAPTER 47
Falling Hard
ARIENNE CALLOWAY
I closed the bathroom door behind me, pressing my hands against the sink as I stared at my reflection.
What the hell was that?
The whole time I was sitting there, something felt... off.
Zayn wasn't being his usual sarcastic, annoying self.
He was quiet.
Tense.
I noticed it when I stretchedâhis shoulders went rigid. When I shifted on his lap, adjusting my position, his grip on his phone tightened like he was holding on for dear life.
And the way he looked at me when I stood up?
Like he was barely keeping it together.
I wasn't stupid.
I might not have caught him staring, but I felt it.
That weight of his gaze, the way the air felt thicker between us.
Like something was about to snap.
I turned on the tap, splashing some cold water on my face, forcing myself to focus.
It's nothing.
Maybe he was just annoyed. Or thinking about something else.
Yeah, that had to be it.
I dried my hands and adjusted my dress, smoothing it down before stepping out.
But as I walked back to the living room, a thought lingered in my mind.
What if I wasn't imagining it?