[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 143: The Night of Truth and Surprises

~ Zayn’s POV~

He stepped closer, his eyes locked only on , the world falling away until it was just the two of us. Then, with the faintest smile tugging at his lips, he leaned down and whispered,

"Did I get you big?"

And in that mont, I couldn’t even answer, my heart was too full, my chest too tense.

Tears fall hot and unashad down my cheeks, and I let them. I can’t stop them. I can only fold into them, into the relief and the ache and the overwhelming, aching happiness of seeing him standing there, real and in front of .

He steps closer, voice puny and raw. "Happy birthday, my love," he says, and it’s like the words are a key that finally unlocks . I stumble forward and he catches arms strong and certain and everything that hurt the last few days dissolves in the press of him. I don’t care who’s watching. I only know I am finally ho.

Behind , Nuala’s voice rang out gently, guiding the mont:

"You can all open your eyes now... and witness the magic."

Gasps filled the air as the crowd opened their eyes, but from where they stood, all they could see was a man’s back turned toward them. Only I could see his face. Only I could see him.

And in that instant, I realized, it was never just a surprise. It was a ssage, a promise.

Evric was here. For .

I threw my arms around him, sobbing into his shirt, holding him so tightly it felt like I never wanted to let go again. He let cling to him, his hand pressing gently against my back, until he slowly pulled just far enough to see my face.

"Baby... did I..." he started, his voice soft, but before he could finish, I beat my fists against his chest, my tears blinding .

"You don’t get to do that to ever again," I choked out, the words tumbling with all the pain I’d been holding back.

He flinched and gave a little wince. "Ohh, my big baby... I’m really sorry."

But I didn’t stop. I kept pounding against his chest until he groaned slightly and caught my wrists. "Babe... you’re hurting ."

Instantly, my panic rose. "Are you hurt? Where?"

He touched his chest and whispered, "Here. My heart hurts when I see you cry like this."

That broke even more. His thumb brushed across my wet cheeks, wiping away my tears, his eyes soft, pleading.

"Stop crying, baby..." he murmured.

I lifted my gaze to his, searching for answers, my lips trembling. "Whose idea was this? I know it can’t be yours."

He pouted, boyish and guilty, and pointed toward the corner where Nuala and Liana stood.

The mont I turned to glare, both of them spun on their heels, pretending to know nothing, their backs stiff with fake innocence.

I narrowed my eyes. "You two witches... I’ll get back at both of you."

When I looked back at Evric, his eyes were already glossy with guilt. He reached for my hands and whispered hurriedly, "I’m sorry, baby... for making you cry, for hurting you. I was in as much pain as you."

I stared at him, torn between anger, love, and relief.

He leaned closer, his voice breaking. "Babe, I couldn’t sleep or eat well, just thinking about how you would be feeling. But those two..." he darted a glance toward Nuala and Liana "...they threatened to follow their plan. I was left with no choice. Nuala even instructed Mr. Karl to collect my phone. I begged them, baby, I swear I begged them to let at least send you two replies before they cut off. Trust ... you know I would never hurt you intentionally."

My lips opened, but no words ca out. I just stood there, staring at him, my chest heavy with emotions I couldn’t na.

Then he tilted his head, a faint, boyish smile tugging at his lips. "Did I get you big?"

Confused, I frowned softly. "What do you an?"

"Did my surprise..." he paused, searching my eyes, "...get to your heart?"

The sincerity in his voice made my throat tighten. I nodded slowly, tears still glistening in my eyes. "Yes."

"How big?" he pressed gently, his tone almost pleading.

I let out a shaky breath. "Big enough... more than I can even imagine. This got to so much, Evric. I was so worried, I thought you were losing interest in ."

His expression hardened with determination, his hands tightening around mine. "That will never happen. I can only love you more with each day. Zayn, I love you so much."

My lips trembled as I whispered back, "I love you too, Evric."

His smile broke through the tears, soft yet desperate. "I missed you so much... Can I kiss you already?"

My heart skipped. All I could do was nod. "Yes."

Then we kissed hot, desperate, like two people starved of each other for far too long. His hand slipped behind my shirt, pulling closer, until I forgot there were dozens of eyes on us. Even when I heard the murmurs and gasps rippling through the crowd, I didn’t care. In that mont, there was only him.

When he finally tried to pull back, his hand slipped lower, sliding into my trousers until his palm wrapped firmly around my cock. The sudden grip made gasp against his lips. He held there, not moving, just feeling in his hand like he was morizing all over again. His breath was hot against my mouth as his smile curved into sothing both tender and wicked.

"I missed you, Zayn," he whispered, his voice thick with longing. "I missed this, missed holding you, feeling you. Do you know how much I craved you?"

The intensity in his words pierced straight through . It wasn’t just lust, it was the ache of soone who had been starving without .

I broke into a small smile despite my tears. He withdrew his hand, lifted it to his nose and inhaled like he was breathing in, before kissing his own fingers and then pressing another kiss against my lips.

At last, he pulled away, his voice steady now. "Your friends are waiting to see the face standing in front of them. Once I turn, everyone will know you’re not with a woman... You’re with . Are you ready for that, Zayn?"

My chest narrowed. "Listen, Evric... I don’t know what my reaction will be after they find out. You know how I was when Dean discovered us. I just want you to be patient with . I promise it won’t hit that hard this ti, but still... facing it, I’m shaking, baby."

He held my trembling hands in his firm grip, his gaze unwavering. "Whatever happens tonight, we’ll face it together. Don’t be afraid. I’ll take the bla, I’ll take the fault because I’m the one who pulled you into this. No matter what, Zayn, handle it fairly. I just want my man to myself. I’ve only just co back, and I can’t stand you creating distance again. You know I love you, baby. Don’t shut out this ti."

I nodded faintly. "Okay..."

"Only look at ," he said softly, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. "Think about , about us. Everything else will be fine. Trust ."

Again, I nodded. "Okay."

I glanced toward the crowd. Their faces were bright with curiosity, their whispers sharp with anticipation, none more eager than Nantam’s stare, fixed on like he already sensed the truth. My stomach twisted, but I drew courage from Evric’s hand holding mine.

"Just kiss one last ti," I whispered.

He did. First my lips, deep and lingering, then a gentle press to my forehead. "It’s okay," he murmured. "I’m here."

And then he turned.

The crowd’s anticipation exploded into a collective gasp, followed by a unified cry that shook the air.

"Evric!"

The na hit like thunder, rattling through my chest. Especially Nantam, Nicki, and Dean... their voices were the loudest, so sharp and full of shock that I could feel them vibrating in my very soul.

To be continued...