Jas.
An hour later, Zane stood at my open door and knocked at it. I raised my head from the clothes I was folding, and when I saw it was him, even though I knew there was no one else it could be, I quickly threw a T-shirt on the pair of panties I had on the bed beside me and looked back at him.
I wasn't sure if the smirk he had on his face was because he had seen the panties, or because he saw me trying to cover it up, but either way, he said nothing about it.
Instead, he cleared his throat and asked. “Hey, can I come in?”
I wanted to roll my eyes at his question, asking myself why he was asking that when he could walk in, but I didn't. “Yes, Zane. You can.” I said instead.
He did as asked, and he handed me a black card.
“What's this for?” I couldn't help but ask.
“It's for yo
