Chapter 24 Phone Sex

I can't explain the joy that rushes through me when Zayn's face fills my screen. He's shirtless, lying on his bed, one thick arm behind his head, the other holding the phone up.

Here in Melbourne, it's 8 p.m., which means it's 1 a.m. back in L.A.

He must've set an alarm for me.

"Hey, baby," he rasps...