Zeke's POV
"Whoever she is, she is lucky."
I heard Naya say it with an edge to her tone. She was jealous; I could feel it under the facade. I wondered why. My sides hurt. It hurt so bad that I couldn't breathe the other night. I woke up imagining I spoke with her until I felt her warmth on my chest. She had probably dozed off on my chest.
I loved having her close to me. The fact I did so made me start blabbering nonsense to her. Her surprised looks and time told me she wasn't pleased with what I was saying but rather had to put up with it. I wasn't sorry. The only thing I forgot to add was that she wasn't just my subject. She was one of my most treasured subjects.
Yesterday, I couldn't bear the glares Kyle gave me as I fought. I didn't want to see his angry yet amused eyes. They were e
