Twenty-Eight
I try to jerk away, but Zed’s hand is already around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. I place both hands against his chest and push hard. As he falls back, I scramble to my feet. “What are you doing?” I gasp.
“I thought … I thought you wanted this.” He stands up.
“I did, but that was months ago, and you told me I was too young for you. And don’t you have a girlfriend?”
“Not anymore. And I know I said you were too young, but … I don’t know.” He lifts his shoulders. “You seem different now.”
“Different?”
“Yes, like … you don’t seem like a little girl anymore.”
I cross my arms tightly over my chest, still clutching the amber he gave me. “Well, thanks, but when I said ‘to friendship,’ I meant it.”
“Are you sure?” He steps closer to me. “Are you sure you don’t
