NINA'S POV
“Are you running away from me?” His voice was low and laced with something that mirrored hurt. I wasn't sure.
I stared up at him, my back pressed against the cold bathroom wall. His dark green eyes intently searched mine, the intensity of his gaze making it almost impossible to look away.
"I…" I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
Zane stepped closer until there was no space between us, his body heat radiating against me. His jaw was clenched, his breathing uneven, like he was holding himself back "You ran out the first time," he said, his voice low and rough. "Why do you keep running away from me?"
My mouth opened, but I couldn't think of anything to say. My mind was a mess from being so close to him. What could I even say? That the idea of being his mate terrif
