Nasya's POV
Yes, I am.
However.
I would never admit the fact.
Instead, I tilted my head and blinked up at Zayn with practiced innocence, letting my eyelashes flutter just slightly. "What do you mean by 'deliberate'?" I asked, pitching my voice into that sweet. "Why would I want to make you angry?"
Zayn's face underwent a remarkable transformation - his chiseled features twisting like he'd just bitten into something rotten. The vein at his temple throbbed visibly, his complexion darkening to an alarming shade of crimson that suggested today's events might very well become the root cause of his future cardiovascular problems. I could practically see the steam coming from his ears as he struggled to form words.
Seizing his momentary speechlessness, I planted both hands against his rock-hard chest and shoved with all my might. Not that it actually moved him - the man was built like a damn brick wall.
