Zane's POV~
He stepped inside my room, shut the door with a quiet click, and plunged us into the soft blue glow of the nightlight I'd left on.
I was then dropped onto my bed...not gently, but not roughly either. Before I could even sit up, his body followed, pinning me beneath him. One hand clamped over my mouth, his weight resting on his elbows, hovering just enough to avoid crushing me.
I froze.
It wasn't just his touch...it was his heat, his scent, his breath so close against my cheek.
The blue light painted shadows across his jawline, made his eyes gleam with something unreadable. Possessiveness? Anger? Lust?
Maybe all three.
His hand finally slid away from my mouth, leaving my lips parted in stunned silence. But he didn't move. He didn't say anything right away. He just stared at me.
