We agreed to move forward. Zayne asked me to start choosing him on purpose, not as an afterthought. I promised, and I meant it.
I kept close to him after that, making sure he knew he came first. I wanted to do the small things that reminded him he was always on my mind. Every morning for a week, I sent something to his office: a cup of coffee even though his assistant already handled it, a bottle of his favorite cologne, lunch from his go-to restaurant, and a silver pen engraved with his initials.
He called them cheesy, but I watched him arrange each one neatly in his study at home. That was all the proof I needed that he valued them.
I started spending most nights at Zayne’s place. Jesse teased that I’d basically moved in. He’d grin and say it was time to start collecting a “brother ta
