His touch feels electric. It's zapping underneath my skin, and I'm sure Zane notices this too. His eyes widen slightly, and I stare at him, praying he can feel our connection. I know we can't be together, but dreaming is my guilty pressure. "Oh, wow..." Zane murmurs. "I think that was a—was it?"
Gina, my one and only sister, is feeding me, and here I am, the asshole who slept with her husband. They had broken up, but still! I'm a lowlife and deserve to die because there is more. I've always had a crush on Zane. Always. He was the older boy in the neighborhood, and of course, I was way too
Zane It feels like my ex-wife is never happy with me. Gina and I got together again, and I promised her forever in the church when we got married, but Gina lied to me. The reason behind our divorce is that she told me she would eventually want children. But here we are, years later, and she is pr
Maddox glares at me. "I was reading an article in a woman's magazine. I thought I could learn something..." I continue grinning and tap his shoulder. "Michelle isn't going to leave. She is into you, and you've gone through a lot." "You better be right," Maddox's nostrils flare. He is big and intim
Shirley My heart is clapping. My breaths are coming in cropped pants. I'm freaking out, and it's just because of a message on my phone. Like, it could mean anything, but I'm filled with dread. Zane: We need to talk. "Shirley? Are you done packing?" I look up. My roommate is smiling at me from
But I can feel it. The chemistry between us. It's there, even if Zane is pretending to be unaware. I look up at him. I'm not short, but all these football players are huge and easily over six feet tall. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "I'm moving you into my beach house." I stare at him. "Si
Shirley "And this is the living room." I follow Zane's long strides into a room with an ocean feel. There might not be any furniture, but I can already imagine light colors like white, celeste, and perhaps a grey couch—seashells on a round coffee table and lots of pillows everywhere. "What do you
"Don't even joke about that. I'm not gay." "Sure you're not." "I'm not, but do you know who is secretly gay?" "Who?" "Jason." The football players start barking laughter in the hallway. I hear them hitting each other's shoulders and laughing some more. Zane, in response, groans in misery. I f