Melting Zane

Astraea.

I told him everything. Didn't leave anything out. Proud of me?

I know I'm not.

Knowing what happened, I just cant believe I let him in again, but God, he called me the love of his life. How could you resist that?

"So, you decided it was a good idea to ignore me because you got into a fight with you mom, correct?" He rests his face on the back of his hand, eyeing me judgementally.

"I told you it wasn't just a fight! I just...got sentimental. I wanted to be a good daughter" I say softly. He sighs.

"You know you could've easily told me, right?"
"No! I didn't wanna talk to you!"
"And yet you're here in front of me"

I look away from him, crossing my arms.
"I knew I shouldn't have done this. Gosh, I'm so stupid"

"Astraea, everyone was so fucking worried and here you are, telling me that you didn't want anything to do with us just because of some stupid fight with your mother?" His tone sounds a little aggressive now. I bite my tongue.

"She said that you're dangerous"
"I literally let you hang up posters on my fucking office walls"

"That's not the point. I want to focus on being a good student and daughter now" He raises a brow.
"Did I get in the way of that?"
"...maybe"

"Can't you just set boundaries instead of doing whatever it is you're doing?"
"No! You don't understand!" I flatten my palms against the table.

Zane raises his hands and runs them down his face, the corners of his mouth lifting into a little smile.
"I thought I did something to piss you off"

"You always do"
"Fuck off"

He reaches out of touch my arm. I freeze. Should I let him? I mean, I've been dying to get into his arms, but is this the right time?

"But..."
"Iris, I promise I never intended for this to happen. But she's your mother. She loves you. There's no way she can stay mad at you. Just...go and meet her. Tell her that you're sorry. Mend the broken ties. It'll be all right"

I sigh and look at my feet. Just then, cold fingers grip my wrist and yank me towards him. My head bumps against his rock hard chest.

He lifts my legs off the ground and sets me in his lap completely. I don't even try to oppose.

"You know what we should do?"
"What?" He whispers near my ear, his hot breath burning my skin.

I look at him, face serious.
"We're not in a relationship, correct?"
"Unfortunately"

"Well, we should just...be friends with benefits then. We'll still be friends and we won't have to worry about anything. We'll only see each other on the weekends and sometimes on random weekdays. People won't suspect a thing. Am I not the smartest person you know?"
I had intended it as a joke, but he didn't take it lightly.

In a flash, I'm pinned down on the couch, his hands on each sides on my face. His expression is blank. There's not a single emotion I can name. He just stares at me as if I just signed my death contract.

"Friends with benefits?" He repeats, dropping his head to the crook of my neck. One of his hands move towards my jeans while the other grips the back of my head tightly. He leans down.
"I don't think that's gonna work, baby"

"Why's that?" I raise a brow. He chuckles.
"You really expect me to fuck you like a slut and not treat you like my fucking princess? You think I'm capable of that?" His face teases my cheek.
"I can't keep denying my feelings"