I rustle in bed, slowly opening my eyes as the sunlight streams into the room. When did I fall asleep last night? Zayne and I spent all day and night catching up on the last two years. I was a little apprehensive about talking to him since he was such an asshole earlier, but I'm glad we finally cleared the air between us. Being near him without having the right to touch him is difficult, especially when he is nice. My face flushes with heat as I remember staring at his last night for most of his conversations. I wonder what he would have done if I had leaned in and kissed him? I groan, closing my eyes—I need to get over this. I have a great boyfriend who loves me, so what if Zayne has my heart. He’s my stepbrother who does not like me.
“What are you thinking so deeply about?” My eyes shoot open at the sound of his voice. He's leaning over, his face directly over mine, which means his lips are only an inch away. My heart almost explodes in my chest as my eyes travel from his lips to meet his eyes. I reach up towards his face but stop before I do and pull my hand back. What am I doing? I peel my eyes away from his and turn to look out the window, hoping to ease the pounding in my chest.
“What’s up?” I ask, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. The bed shifts, and I know that he is no longer on it. I sit up and turn to him.