Jas.
I had never seen him look uncomfortable, but he did right now, a little bit, and I could tell. He gripped the back of his neck and squeezed it a little, like he was nervous, or he was trying to relieve a pressure pressing against that place.
But as soon, he sat back down and offered me a seat, so I took the seat and sat quietly, like I didn't want to disturb anything in this equally gorgeous kitchen, just like the rest of the house.
I knew Zane was rich, but this was something else, and it was far better than impressive to me. “You do have a nice place here.” I said and he smiled with a nod.
“Thank you, but I can't really take the credit.” he said, lifting his shoulder for a shrug. “My mother designed the place.”
Oh well, that made sense.
“Of course she did,” I said with a so
