Jas.
“Come, I want you to meet someone.” Zane said, grabbing my hand and he started to pull me through the crowd of people either waiting around talking, or already finding their way towards the exit, seeing as the event had ended.
I wanted to ask him where we were going, but the lump in my throat wouldn't let me. Maybe it was because I had already had an idea of where he was talking me, or who he wanted me to meet, but I said nothing.
My heart was thumping loudly in my chest, like it might rip out if care wasn't taken.
“Come on, hurry.”
Zane’s fingers slid through mine like it was the most natural thing in the world, like we hadn’t just walked out of a charity auction where he had dropped eight hundred thousand dollars to keep me off another man’s arm.
I could already feel it in m
