Zane
I carried her into the bathroom, my grip firm on her thighs as she clung to me, her fingers curled into the back of my neck like she was afraid I would disappear.
The door shut behind my boot with a solid thud.
“Tiana,” I muttered, adjusting her slightly. “You’re burning up.”
“I’m fine.” Her whisper ghosted against my throat. Warm and wrong and disarming. Her hand slid up my jaw, her fingers trembling slightly with her lack of coordination. “You wanted to leave me again… is it the fourth time now?”
My breath hitched.
I refused to look at her. I couldn’t risk looking into those unfocused eyes. One look and I would forget the vow I made.
“Whenever it’s me,” she whispered, her lips brushing my skin by accident — or maybe not. “You always leave.”
Her voice cracked.
Barely noticea
