“We have an event starting, Zach. And so is an upcoming game. And it’s more than you and me. So stop this.” Nate says, perfectly calm, straightening his collar a bit, and with a look at me, walks off.
Zach sighs deeply. And I feel like I’m sitting on a time bomb. A time bomb that’s Zach. Who is going to burst any time now. He turns around, looking at me and his eyes are red with anger.
“How could yo-“
“The dean asked us to Zach. It’s just a dance.” I hold his neck and tell him gently, hoping he understands. I look at the time, five minutes to start.
“I have to go. Just relax. Please.” I hold his face in my hands and press my lips on his lightly, and he seemingly relaxes a bit.
“Tell me you’re mine. Please.” He presses his forehead against mine, both of our eyes closed.
“I am.”
