~Evric's POV~
I finally pulled out of him.
"Fine. You win," I conceded, kissing the back of his neck.
I helped Zayn up, my arm slung around his waist, and we headed toward the kitchen. He couldn't quite look at me, the residual heat of his embarrassment clinging to him.
We prepared a quick breakfast together. Once the food was ready and we were both eating, I kept looking at him with a silent, knowing smirk.
Zayn finally broke, slamming his fork down. "Stop staring at me!"
"I'm not tired," he insisted immediately. "I just needed to eat, that's all. It had nothing to do with the third round."
He quickly continued, his mouth running a mile a minute to cover his retreat. "It's not like you are even that strong anymore, Evric! Your energy is not solid like it was before."
He started rapid-fire bullying to deflect the truth. "Honestly, I was just keeping up with you! I was not tired, baby. I was just pretending."
