Chapter 67

Fallon

My 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.