~Evric's POV~
I smiled, acknowledging the truth in his statement, and we both headed into the bathroom.
After our shower, we dressed and went downstairs for a quiet meal before heading back up. Once we were upstairs, Zayn immediately tried to collapse back into bed.
"No, don't sleep yet," I stopped him, gently tugging his arm.
"I want to sleep," he protested. I persisted, begging him to stay awake with me. Finally, he gave in with a tired sigh.
"Fine," he conceded. "Entertain me then, so I don't fall asleep."
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, already planning.
"Dance, maybe," he suggested.
"What type of dance?"
He smirked, resting his chin on his hand. "Anyone you're good at."
"I could be a stripper," I suggested, winking. I retrieved my phone and put on some music, then spent the next ten minutes giving him a ridiculous, overly dramatic performance, punctuated by hip thrusts and badly executed spins. Zayn lay on the bed, laughing and cheering, completely delighted.
