[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 320: Tangled Hearts Delicate Revelations

~Evric’s POV~

After I ate his truly delicious, comforting al, and after the plates were cleared, I started looking for the right mont. The comfortable silence of the night made the task seem impossible.

I needed to tell him that his father reached out to .

I tried to start three tis. Once, I opened my mouth to say, "Babe, there’s sothing I have to tell—" but he imdiately interrupted with a soft, content sigh, leaning his head on my shoulder.

The second ti, I cleared my throat, ready to breach the subject, but he turned and gave a long, lingering kiss, a slow, gentle expression of his gratitude for the day. That derailed my serious thoughts completely.

The third ti, I just ran my thumb over the curve of his cheek instead. The words felt too harsh for this dostic, peaceful atmosphere. I couldn’t shatter his happiness.

"Let’s watch a movie," Zayn finally suggested, sensing my tension or simply wanting to relax. He stood up, pulling with him toward the living room sofa.

We settled in, curled up under a soft blanket, and put on an old-school romance movie. My arm was around him, his head tucked perfectly beneath my chin.

I kept tracing patterns on his arm, dropping small, soft kisses on his forehead whenever the movie got quiet. He shifted his body closer to mine, fitting himself into my space like a missing piece.

The intimacy of the mont was intoxicating. I was so focused on the scent of his skin and the simple rhythm of his breathing that the complex issue of his father slipped away entirely.

The movie ended, the credits rolled, and neither of us moved. Sowhere between the dramatic climax and the happy ending, we had both fallen asleep, tangled together in the warm quiet of his house.

The next morning, I woke up first, untangling myself carefully so I wouldn’t wake him. I decided to tackle a simple breakfast, the kind of quick, straightforward al I was capable of making.

Just as the food was nearing completion, Zayn woke up. I felt two warm arms wrap around my waist, and a soft voice murmured against my back.

"Good morning, Daddy."

I smiled, my body instantly relaxing at his touch. "Good morning, baby."

"What is Daddy cooking this morning?" he asked, trying to peer over my shoulder.

"As you can see, babe," I said, turning my head to kiss his forehead, "I’m cooking the only thing I’m good at for now."

Zayn chuckled softly. "They sll delicious, and they look perfectly well done," he complinted genuinely.

"Thank you, baby," I replied, feeling a small burst of dostic pride.

I nudged him gently. "Go sit down. I’ll co and serve you in just a mont."

"I think I’ll shower first," he decided, pulling back slightly.

"If you’re going to shower before breakfast," I said, catching his hand, "then you should wait for . We can go together."

He gave a teasing look, his eyes sparkling. "Daddy, what are you planning?"

I smiled innocently, though my intentions were obvious. "I’m not planning anything, baby... I just want to take a shower with my man."

Zayn grinned, his resistance lting away. "Alright. I’ll wait here for you."

I quickly finished the breakfast preparation, leaving the simple al warm on the counter. Then, I joined Zayn. We went into the bathroom together, where the routine of washing quickly turned into a delightful, playful exchange. We shared a few laughs, a lot of soap, and the kind of intimate closeness that bonds two lovers.

Finally done, we stepped out of the bathroom feeling refreshed and revitalized. We dressed quickly for the day, and then, before starting anything else, we went to the dining table and sat down to eat the breakfast I had made.

Zayn took a bite, and his eyes widened. He practically swooned over the simple al. "Daddy, this is incredible! The texture is perfect, the seasoning—oh, you have such a gift for simplicity, my love! Honestly, this is the best breakfast I’ve had all week."

I felt my cheeks heat up. "Babe, stop... you’re exaggerating," I chuckled, waving off the complint.

"No, baby, I’m not," he insisted sincerely. "You are actually really good at this particular one."

I seized the opening to tease him back. "Not just this, Babe. I’m also pretty good in bed."

Zayn smiled, his eyes rolling affectionately. "Evric! You are just too naughty. We are actually talking about the food, not your—"

I cut in, leaning across the table and whispering, "Not my what?"

He didn’t finish the sentence, just laughed, shaking his head. We shared a few lighthearted monts over the table, the dostic bliss a warm shield around us.

After the breakfast plates were clean, the lighthearted energy began to fade. The silence that fell was heavy with the unresolved issue I had been avoiding.

I finally took courage. I reached across the table, picking up Zayn’s hand and gently interlacing our fingers. "Babe," I began, my voice softer than usual.

"Yes?" Zayn answered, imdiately giving his full attention, sensing the shift in my tone.

I looked straight into his eyes, conveying both my seriousness and my deep love. "I have sothing important I need to tell you."

Zayn nodded, squeezing my hand. "Okay. I’m listening."

"Babe," I repeated, my tone asured and deliberate. "I want you to listen to everything I’m about to say to you first, completely, before you feel obligated to react or speak."

"Okay," he confird, his eyes now concerned.

I kept his gaze steady. "The day we went to see Liam, and again yesterday, your father, Hudson Smith, reached out to

Zayn’s face changed imdiately. The lightheartedness vanished, replaced by a wall of sudden apprehension and hurt. I saw his jaw tense.

"Listen to first, baby," I repeated gently, keeping my voice calm and firm.

He swallowed hard, his eyes flickering. He gave a sharp, reluctant nod. "What did he say?"

I leaned closer, softening my voice further. "He said he wants to et you."

I paused, allowing the gravity of the na to settle.

Zayn was silent for a long mont, staring down at our clasped hands. Then, abruptly, he let out a short, hollow laugh that held no humor.

"Isn’t that funny?" he asked, his voice strained. "After all these years, suddenly he wants to et ."

"Babe," I began gently, tightening my grip on his hand.

He stopped instantly, pulling his hand away and pushing back slightly from the table. "Enough. Don’t talk about him again and—"