Zane Cyrus is a moody boxer from England. He hates small talk, fake politeness, happiness and most of all he hates it when people can't mind their own business.
Calista-Mae is the epitome of sweet. She cares deeply for those around her and will go...
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CALISTA
WE'RE GOING out tonight. And by we I mean me, Morgan, Mikey and Zane.
I blame Mikey and Morgan, they are a dangerous pair. Even though he flirts with her at every chance, they have an understanding that it's just jokes. I don't really understand it.
Morgan and I are getting ready in the apartment together and having pre drinks.
"What are you wearing tonight?" She asks as I curl my hair with a wand.
"A dark green mini dress." I say through the piece of hair I'm holding in my mouth.
"I love. I think I'm gonna wear this skirt I have with the matching top." She shows me through the mirror and I nod in approval.
"Gorgeous."
"How's Zane?"
"He's fine." I respond dryly.
"Was he here the other night?"
I frown. "Yeah, how did you know?"
"I have my ways." In other words she has Mikey.
"Yeah I fell asleep and then I woke up and he was here. He cooked us food and then we ended up watching The Grand Budapest Hotel. Which by the way is my favourite movie."
"Oh my god! You two are the cutest. You know Mikey's been telling me his behaviour is very out of the ordinary around you."
Pfft.
"I'm sure it's not."
"Are you?" Morgan raises a brow.
"No, not really." I mutter unsurely, making her laugh.
"I just want you to know and realise it, you don't have to do anything about it. I'm not pushing you like that." Morgan assures.
"Yeah no I get you."
Once we're finished getting ready we take an uber to the bar and meet the guys outside.
"Hey." I greet Zane who hasn't take his eyes off me since we left the uber.
"Hey." He says back, "You look nice."
Nice?
I give him a small smile. "Thank you."
If I didn't think it before I definetly know now that we are completely platonic.
We follow behind Mikey and Morgan as they go into the bar. I end up sitting opposite Morgan with Zane beside me.
Why does he have to be so big? Zane takes up most of the booth and so our legs end up pressed together fully. His body heat is making me really hot and he smells so good. It's like an intoxicating mix of mint, amber and lavender. No wonder I fell asleep so easy on him.
