Zane’s head was spinning. Kristen was there. In his apartment. In his bed. She said she was there to sleep with him. He still couldn’t believe it.
She was so beautiful with her hair around her like a halo. The dark met the light gray of his sheets and he knew he’d never look at a bed again without seeing her in it. He was falling hard for her.
It was a first for him to think of someone as more than a temporary fixture in his life. Danica was the closest thing he’d ever had to permanent, but she was his best friend. Friends were different. Women, women he slept with, were on a whole different level.
And then there was Kristen. She was a woman he never expected to find. Especially given he moved there with little hope of lasting longer than a summer.
He felt guilty not telling her about
