Chapter Twenty.
Zane. She left without so much as a second thought at the mention of his name, running down the hall to get to him as fast as she possibly could. I watched her go, her hair bouncing behind her as her hand ran along the wall when she took the corner. I gripped the door frame, knuckles turning white at the thought of her face, the small smile painted across her lips after she had kissed me. She had moved to grip the sides of my face, throwing herself into my arms when she had heard the commotion and something inside of her had yelled for her to see what was going on. I shut the door and glanced down at her full glass of mine, moving to scoop it up from the coffee table, tossing my head back and allowing the liquid to slid down my throat until the glass was empty and I once again sat down on
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