And what if we bite Zayne
Your teeth are pressed against the muscle of his bicep as if it's an ear of corn. Zayne is looking at you with only mild confusion, mixed with his usual level of exasperation.
"Isn't this why you workout?" You mumble around his arm, sinking your teeth in lightly. His brows knit at the slight pinch, but doesn't complain.
"I exercise for the health benefits. And...additional benefits. This is not one of them." He states pointedly, so you reluctantly release him, though you can't hide your smile seeing the faint teeth marks on his skin.
"You're the one always leaving hickies on me. Isn't it fair I get to leave marks on you too?"
Apparently, you make a convincing argument. Zayne pulls you into his lap, lips dangerously close to yours.
"In that case...bite wherever you like. I assume you'll offer the same to me?"