~Zayn's POV~
"You're welcome," I replied, resting my forehead against his chest. "Just… make sure you keep it safe."
He kissed me again, softer this time. "I will," he murmured. And with that… he shifted the conversation. "What about you, Zayn? You've never talked about your father, baby. I want to know everything about you."
A sudden, sharp tension seized my chest. "We have said enough," I told him, turning my head away. "We should sleep."
He tried to press the question again, his voice gentle.
"Evric, that's enough," I warned, my tone firm. "Don't try to dig any deeper. I've introduced you to my mother, Liana, and all my friends. The question you just asked isn't something I want to answer.
"Babe," he murmured, concern audible.
I didn't respond. Instead, I turned my back to him completely, pulling myself out of his warmth and settling stiffly on the far edge of the bed.
A moment later, he shifted closer until he was right behind me, his arms sliding around my waist.
