We freshened up and got dressed, and I chose a red dress from the closet. The fabric hugged my body in all the right places, and when I looked in the mirror, even I had to admit—I looked stunning. If Zayn had picked this dress for me, then he truly had an exceptional eye for beauty.
I completed the look with diamond earrings and reached for the matching necklace. Before I could clasp it, Zayn’s deep voice came from behind me. “Let me put that on you,” he offered softly.
I nodded, handing him the necklace. His fingers brushed the back of my neck as he fastened it, his breath warm against my skin. The faint touch of his lips followed, just a light kiss at the base of my neck—and it sent a shiver down my spine. Zayn could be the most romantic man alive when he wasn’t saying something madden
