I have written this before, but I will repeat it. Every couple will get a mini story after Zane's story is finished. Starting with Maddox. I will mark it as Maddox Part 2. I miss that couple and have a mini story for them. After that, the other couples will get the same treatment with mini stories/epilogues. Happy reading!
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
Zane Finally, finally, Robin and Maddox are gone! I breathe a breath of relief. For a minute, I was afraid Robin would leave his wife for Shirley. The two of them get along scarily well. She had no problem bantering with Maddox either. I'm not surprised that Maddox and Robin became texting buddi
Zane As I stand there and stare down at my feet, I have this unsettling feeling washing over me. I don't know where I messed up, but guilt gnaws at me as I gape in Shirley's direction. Because in this case, I think I should know what I've done wrong. But in my defense, I've never dealt with a woma
"Okay." Another intake of my breath. "I like you, though." Her words shock me, but the point isn't Shirley's feelings for me. The point is that she seems to be fighting them. That's what baffles me. Doesn't she want to like me? Is that it? "That was a lot of information at once..." Shirley sighs
Shirley I can't focus on the TV. I'm trying to keep my breaths steady and pay attention to the news, but Zane is ruffling my feathers by simply existing. He is eating dinner from his plate. The pasta he promised. His back is against the wall, and he sits comfortably beside me on a mattress. We