“I didn’t fall in love with your body, Zayn,” I said softly. “I fell in love with your heart. With your mind. And I’ll wait as long as I have to, until we find a cure. Because it has to exist. It has to.” His hands fell away from his face, dropping to his side. “And if it doesn’t?” “Then we’ll be the horniest, most pent-up roommates that ever existed.”
