Chapter 65

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?"