My stare locked on my lover, as I drank from Zane's throat.
"If you don't sit still, I swear to whatever f*cking god you answer to, I will rip your motherf*cking arms off." Anthony grunted through clenched teeth. Though I sure he was incapable of following through on his threat, I spelled my brother, just in case. Z fell motionless.
"Fallon, you've made your point," Z mumbled, his voice thin and weak, like he'd had one tequila shot too many.
"Shut the f*ck up." Anthony hissed. He still held Zane's arms taunt behind his back, even though it was no longer required.
After holding his stare for one more steamy minute, I closed my eyes.
In my mind, I saw myself through Zane's eyes. I was on the opposite side of a two-lane road in downtown Fitzgerald, wearing a short blue dress that lef
