ZaneI slept like shit most of the night, tossing and turning as nightmares haunted me as if I was experiencing them all over again."Come on, Zane." She giggled. "What's the big deal? Touch me.""I'm busy." I yawned and snagged my AP Psych book in an attempt to put some distance between me and Cassie, just another girl in a blur of girls whose only goal in life was to get me to jump between her thighs.But I didn't have time for that life.I ran the entire way to the house I'd been living in for the past three months. Rejection heated my face as I ducked and tried to run up the stairs."Zane!" Mrs. Angel shouted my name with glee. "I've been waiting for you."Great.When wasn't she waiting for me?"Come have a snack!""I ate."Silence and then. "I provide a roof over your head, the least you can do is try my chocolate chip cookies. I made them just for you."Yeah, I bet she did.I avoided eye contact as I hurriedly jogged into the kitchen and tried to swipe a cookie o

FallonWaves crashed into the rocky shore. Seagulls screeched in the distance.I stared."Are you going to pass out or something?" Zane whispered, "Because my other confession is I don't know CPR well enough to save you from the birds before they start feeding off your cute little body."I gasped and then stumbled backwards with a horrified expression. "I'm the most horrible person on this planet.""Fallon-""I am." Tears clogged in my throat. "I just assumed, like everyone else, and you let me, but I mean what were you supposed to do and-" My head pounded, and I struggled for breath. "I've been basically accusing you of being a complete slut to your face for the past three weeks."He winced. "Right, but in your defense, you didn't know.""No!" I stood and started pacing. "Don't take it easy on me. I've always taken pride in being one of those people, the kind that don't judge, that just accept people as they are, but I'm a complete hypocrite!""Stop pacing, the sand ants mi

Fallon"Are you sick?" Mags leaned forward and pressed her palm to my forehead. "Hmm, you feel warm."I shoved her hand away. "You don't even know what you're doing."She held up her hands and then reached for her coffee, chewing on the lid like it was a straw. "You know, you've been on edge for the past week."One week.ONE full week of no Zane.No texts.Nothing.And in my gut, I knew it was partially my fault. I'd walked away, he'd shared a part of himself with me, a part that nobody knew, and I'd walked away. Because he scared me, his intensity scared me, he was a forever guy, now more than ever. I shuddered, rubbing my hands up and down my arms."You were happy," Mags pointed out. "Until your little excursion with our fun little popstar on the beach."I jerked my head up. "How did you even know about that?"She rolled her eyes. "You really need to subscribe to more gossip magazines or at least pay attention when you check out at the grocery store." She held up her fin

FallonMy eyes filled with tears.Four weeks.It took four weeks for Zane Andrews to own me.Then again, he'd had me with the first marshmallow, with the first arrogant smirk as he walked around the house completely naked, except for a weird scarf that wrapped around his neck.God help me, I might not even make it to week five without asking if I could carry his firstborn.At nineteen.Was it obsession? Or something more.Something deeper.He stood and held out his hand.I took it.I realized then, I would always take it, wouldn't I?He kicked sand onto the fire, grabbed the rest of the marshmallows, and kissed me on the forehead as we walked in silence down the boardwalk.My heart thumped against my chest in hammer-like fashion, only to pick up the minute Zane held open the door to The Seaside Resort.Where I worked.He didn't go to the front desk.Then again, you had to be an actual member to stay at the Resort, so I was more than a little confused as we made our wa

Fallon"What are you doing?" Zane sat up in bed while I held up my hand motioning that he needed to give me a minute. When I returned with a bag of marshmallows his grin was so huge it took over half of his face. "Best sex of my life and you bring me marshmallows in bed? Who are you?"I rolled my eyes, feeling myself blush. "I figured you'd need some sugar after all that yelling, mainly on your part." I tossed him one. "Cursing, which by the way, still you." I tossed him another while he rolled his eyes. "And collapsing across the bed... still you, by the way.""I had a lot of pent-up sexual aggression that was just released." His naked chest was impossible not to stare at. "You can't just release the beast from its cage and not expect it to tucker itself out."I covered my face with my hands. "You did not just say that.""Why are you blushing?" he asked innocently. "Why do you keep trying to take all of my jobs away from me, damn it! I'm supposed to be the innocent maiden, blus