BRITTANY'S POV
I was so uncomfortable. People were not just staring. They were whispering too and I tried to avoid their gazes and just bent my head, and kept my eyes fixed on my laps.
But then Zayne suddenly leaned in closer to whisper in my ears.
“Don't embarrass me. Keep your head straight.” He said.
I looked up slightly and glared at him. He was still staring at me. His eyes dipped a little, clinging to my boobs.
“Pervert.” I muttered but he heard me. He chuckled and arched a brow at me.
“They're just as captivated as I am.” He murmured and looked away, fixing his eyes on the person speaking up on stage.
I drew in a breath and forced my heart to slow down. Did my heart just flutter because of Zayne?
Hell no. That was ridiculous. But still, I realized it was the first time Zayne
