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Mia's phone was buzzing. She turned under the sheets, looking for it. She found it on the bedside table. It was Zayn.

“Shit.” She said, answering it. “Hey, Zayn? What's up?” she rubbed the stress off of her face, looking at the time.

“What's up? I've been calling you for the past ten minutes.” Zayn said sounding annoyed.

“I'm sorry. I got… distracted.” She said, just as Jaxon's hand rested on her waist. She didn't want her voice to give off whatever had ...