Before he could respond, she grabbed his wrists — and to his absolute horror — guided his hands to her own ass.
His fingers sank into her curves, the soft warmth of her body melting against his palms.
She let out a soft, satisfied moan that sent shivers down his spine.
"You know..." she breathed, her voice a sultry purr, "my ass belongs to you. You can touch it anytime you want."
With that declaration, she released his hands and skipped off to the dining room like nothing had happened, humming under her breath.
Zayn stood frozen, massaging his forehead as he tried to calm his poor, abused heart.
"Bravery..." he muttered. "These girls... have too much damn bravery."
He shook his head and dragged himself after her, still feeling the heat clinging to his cheeks.
By the time he entered the dining room, everyone was already gathered.
Bran was already seated, dressed in his usual training outfit and halfway through his first plate.
