Fallon
"Are you sick?" Mags leaned forward and pressed her palm to my forehead. "Hmm, you feel warm."
I shoved her hand away. "You don't even know what you're doing."
She held up her hands and then reached for her coffee, chewing on the lid like it was a straw. "You know, you've been on edge for the past week."
One week.
ONE full week of no Zane.
No texts.
Nothing.
And in my gut, I knew it was partially my fault. I'd walked away, he'd shared a part of himself with me, a part that nobody knew, and I'd walked away. Because he scared me, his intensity scared me, he was a forever guy, now more than ever. I shuddered, rubbing my hands up and down my arms.
"You were happy," Mags pointed out. "Until your little excursion with our fun little popstar on the beach."
I jerked my head up. "H
