Book 18: When He Knew

Zayn

Fallon searches my eyes. Her brows pinch together, and a look of uncertainty paints her expression in shadow. I’m still inside her, hard again. It’s been so long since I’ve done this–touched someone like this. 

It’s my first time touching her like this.

My mate. 

I have her wrists pinned above her head to stop her from moving. I just needed a moment–a single slice of time to decide the best way to go about this. 

“How long?” she whispers, her voice breaking. 

“Fallon–”

“How long have you known?”

I slowly pull out, both of us wincing, both raw and torn open emotionally. Her, because I’ve lied for three years. Me, because I’ve known the truth for that long.