Jas.
The very next day, I left the house after fixing Uncle Matthew some breakfast. Aside from the fact that I had an interview this morning, I left the house that quickly because I was also avoiding him.
I still hadn’t told him that I had told Zane I would marry him last night when I saw him.
It wasn’t exactly something I planned to say. It just… happened.
The words had come out of my mouth before my brain could play catch up with it. Before I could talk myself out of it like I had been doing for days.
But once they were out there; spoken into the dim quiet of that lounge, with Zane’s eyes burning into me, I didn’t want to take them back.
And that was what scared me the most, because I should have been terrified.
I was terrified.
But also? There was this weird, weightless calm tha
