I shot daggers at the back of his head as he strutted ahead of me, "There's really no need, Mr. Zahn. I can catch a bus-"
"I insist." He turned and locked eyes with me, causing my glare to evaporate instantly. "I really don’t mind giving you a ride home," he rumbled in his deep voice, momentarily throwing me off balance.
We were in the mall parking lot, heading towards his car. Emma and Claire had already zoomed off in the opposite direction as they parked the scooter in the basement. I'd have to give them a piece of my mind tomorrow for leaving me high and dry.
It was just me and him.
"I just didn't want to be a bother," I mumbled, avoiding the intensity of his green gaze.
Why did it feel like I could forget the entire world when he looked at me like that?
"Trust me, you're not," he
