Natalie~
Ever since I blurted out that I thought I was in love with Zane—and he responded with a simple "thank you" before practically running away—my mind had been an absolute mess.
I had spent the entire day replaying the moment in my head, overanalyzing every little detail, every shift in his expression, every hesitation in his voice. Why had I said it? What was I thinking? Zane was way out of my league, and I should have known better than to let my heart take control.
Now, as he stood in my room, his intense gaze locked onto mine, my heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it.
"Natalie, we need to talk," he said, his deep voice softer than usual, almost hesitant.
I swallowed hard. "About us."
This was it. He was going to tell me that he didn't want me, that I had overstepped, that he was going to put distance between us.
"I… I wanted to talk to you too," I admitted, my voice shaking.