Kiara:
I wake up on Zane’s chest again. It’s been a week since this new Zane showed up, and he hasn’t changed. Sometimes, I try to convince myself he’s acting, but all he does is these nice things for me, which only makes me more scared. Maybe he’s just trying to repay me for saving him. Each time he says “I love you,” my stomach tightens with fear.
“You’re awake,” he says in that rough, early-morning voice, and I pull away without responding. “I’ll take that as an answer,” he adds, sliding his feet off the bed and reaching for his robe draped over the chair.
As soon as he throws it on, his phone rings. I try not to care about who’s calling. It could be one of his many women, but I do not care as long as he satisfies me in bed.
“What?” His voice shifts, trailing off, and I glance over
