Rewrite My Fate
I reach for it, but he catches my wrist.
“I’ll put it on you.”
I turn slightly, tilting my head forward, exposing my nape. My heart skips a beat as the cold metal settles against my skin. The click of the clasp is loud in my ears.
“It’s beautiful,” I breathe, touching the diamonds.
“Not as beautiful as you,” Zayn corrects. He leans in, his lips brushing my ear, his breath sending a fresh wave of heat through me. “It’s fitted with a sub-dermal GPS transmitter. High-frequency, encrypted. I can see your pulse, your location, and your proximity to me from my phone at all times.”
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