BRITTANY'S POV
I was jealous. I was jealous of how he completely didn't look like we had just been making out.
Making out…it sounded weird. Zayne has never been the making out type. He was usually straight to the point…but this time felt different. Like he was savoring…
Oh for goodness sake, snap out of it, Brit. Whatever, it didn't matter. I shouldn't be thinking about this. I should get my head out of the gutter.
Zayne got off me and grabbed his shirt, still talking on the phone.
He walked towards the door and stopped. He moved the phone away from his ear for a few seconds.
“I'll send someone to move your things.” He said to me and with that, he was gone.
I was dumbfounded for several seconds and I was unable to move. I let out a scoff after what felt like forever.
I couldn't sha
