[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 194: Unsaid Things Between Lovers

~Evric’s POV~

Chrisly stretched. "Wish luck," he announced, moving toward the stairs. "I’ll go and console her."

"Good luck," I replied, suppressing another laugh.

Not long after Chrisly left, Zayn turned to , signaling he was done eating. He stood up from the dining table and said, "I’m going back inside the room."

"Okay," I told him, "I will join you shortly."

As Zayn walked past the living room, Evans called out. "Zayn, are you going inside already?"

Zayn nodded politely. "Yes."

Evans put the controller down. "No, don’t go inside yet. Co play a ga with ."

Zayn glanced at , subtly reading the permission in my look, then turned back to Evans. "Maybe another ti."

"Then let’s watch a movie," Evans pressed.

Zayn’s shoulders dropped slightly. "I only watch horror movies."

"Wow, I love horror movies too!" Evans exclaid, sounding genuinely enthusiastic.

"So co on, let’s watch it together."

Zayn was left with no polite choice. He was about to walk toward Evans when I stepped in. "Bro, allow my baby to go and rest for tonight," I interjected firmly. "Maybe another ti."

Evans finally backed down. "Okay," he conceded.

I gave Zayn a gentle push toward the stairs. "It’s okay, you can go and rest." He turned and left, grateful for the rescue.

I walked toward Evans and sat beside him. He imdiately turned to , the earlier laughter gone, replaced by a focused seriousness. "Have you talked to him about Nicki?"

"No," I answered. "But Zayn found out on his own."

"For real?" Evans asked, surprised.

"Yes. He found out, and we already settled it."

Evans laughed, a short, sharp burst of disbelief. "What do you an, you ’settled it’? Do you an he found out about Nicki on his own, and he just forgives you?"

"Yes," I insisted, slightly defensive. "What do you an? I apologized to him, and he forgave ."

Evans looked dead in the eye, his expression unnervingly insightful. "Evric, I’ll tell you sothing simple: Zayn did not forgive you. He only let go of it. Too much has happened to him lately."

I frowned, the confidence draining out of . "What does that an?"

"For the little ti I spent talking with Zayn, I could tell you he only let the situation go, not like he forgives you," Evans explained. "And let’s say he really did forgive you. Wow. I’ll tell you, soone like him is rare to find."

I was about to press for more, to defend Zayn’s forgiveness or demand an explanation for his certainty, when Chrisly arrived back downstairs.

"How did it go?" I asked, turning to him.

"She already fell asleep," Chrisly reported. "But she said she will not forgive Evans."

Evans rolled his eyes, utterly unbothered. "Who cares?"

Not long after Chrisly returned, Evans’s phone rang. He checked the display but let it ring out.

The call ca in again, and Chrisly frowned. "Why aren’t you picking up your call?" He then sighed dramatically. "So n, Evric, can be more dramatic than a woman."

"What happened?" I asked.

Evans rubbed his temple. "A couple of months ago, I broke up with my girlfriend, she’s my ex now and do you guys know why I broke up with her?"

"Why?"

"Because she was too dramatic."

"How was she dramatic?" I prompted.

Evans gave a curt nod of thanks for the question. "The girl was so fucking jealous. She called too much, needed to know my mind’s every movent. I can’t live like that; my work as an actor simply doesn’t allow for that kind of possessiveness." He sighed. "I really did like her, so I sat her down and explained everything. But she wasn’t satisfied with my explanation. She didn’t want to understand, so she said she wanted to move into my house. I flat-out refused. Then she broke up with ."

Chrisly and I listened, captivated.

"So, a few weeks later, I t this guy," Evans continued. "I really do like him a lot, he’s completely my style. But God, this guy is damn jealous! He sneaks glances at my phone. Why? It’s not like I’m cheating. They should understand the type of job I do, so why are they still checking my phone?"

I laughed. "At least you’re lucky. Soone is jealous of you."

He frowned. "What do you an?"

"I haven’t experienced it before," I confessed.

Chrisly scoffed. "What do you an, you haven’t?"

I turned to both of them. "Yes, I haven’t. Zayn doesn’t check my phone or ask who I’m talking to." I paused, letting the bomb drop. "And he has never gotten jealous before."

Evans and Chrisly exchanged a look of genuine surprise. "Wow," Evans said, shaking his head. "Are you sure Zayn is real? Like, you an he has never once picked up your phone and gone through it?"

"Yes," I answered, the truth making my own confession sound stark. "And he has never been jealous," I added firmly.

"We could argue over sothing, certainly," I elaborated. "But it’s never been because of jealousy. It’s usually about my reactions, or maybe I said sothing thoughtless to him." I paused, considering the strange imbalance of our dynamic. "Zayn has never done anything jealous or gone through my phone before. It’s always been who does that."

"That’s actually great, you know," Evans pointed out.

"Maybe it’s great, but I don’t like it," I admitted.

"Why?" Chrisly asked.

"I want to experience it," I explained honestly. "I want to see what it’s like to have my boyfriend be jealous. That feeling of seeing him jealous, I just want to see and feel it."

Evans shook his head. "Seriously, Zayn is one of a kind. He’s almost too good to you to be true; sotis it’s hard to believe it’s real."

"I don’t know if I’m only overthinking this, but Zayn also doesn’t like going out with , I an just the two of us alone." I confided, feeling the familiar prickle of insecurity. "You know, couples plan a date, go out for different things, but with Zayn, he always suggests we just stay ho. It happens so many tis. Maybe I’m overthinking, but I seriously want to go out with him and hold his hand in public, but I don’t..."

Evans cut in, his tone softening with understanding. "I understand what you’re saying, but give him more ti. At least he loves you, and that’s what matters. With ti, everything else will co."

Chrisly went to grab a drink, and we talked for a while longer. I poured out my concerns to Evans, but he didn’t coddle . He corrected when I was wrong and emphasized that I should give Zayn ti and not pressure him. He offered genuinely insightful advice drawn from his own complicated past.

Just as I felt the conversation drawing to a close, my phone buzzed. It was a ssage from Zayn: "I’m lonely, baby. I’m missing you."

I stood up imdiately, a rush of warmth filling . "I’m going to et my man."

Chrisly and Evans looked at each other, then back at , identical teasing smiles spreading across their faces.

"Oh, listen to him!" Chrisly crowed, elbowing Evans. "’I’m going to et my man!’ A few minutes with us, and he can’t survive one more minute without ’his man’!"

I fixed Chrisly with a deadpan stare. "You call that a few minutes? I’ve spent more than two hours sitting with you guys." I adjusted my shirt, already moving toward the stairs. "Anyway, goodnight."

I paused at the bottom step, looking back at them with a smirk. "And don’t stay single for too long, both of you. Take your love lives seriously." I focused my attention on the oldest. "Especially you, Evans. You’re getting old, so go get married!"

I didn’t wait for his reaction. I turned and ran upstairs before Evans could launch himself off the couch and co after . I could already hear his protests mixing with Chrisly’s laughter as I disappeared around the corner.