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
SHIT
SHIT. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
I sit in up Zane's bed, noting the fact that I'm only wearing a t-shirt, his t-shirt. I run my hand through my terribly knotted hair and glance at Zane next to me.
He's still alseep. Yeah, I'm leaving while I can.
I silently walk towards the door and just as I grip the handle I hear Zane, I freeze like a deer in headlights.
"Where are you going?" Zane says, his voice still thick with sleep and I silently curse, turning around slowly to face him.
Zane is sat up, shirtless with the covers around his waist, exposing his whole chest.
"Uh." I stall while I search for an acceptable excuse.
"To my room?" It comes out more like a question than an answer.
"Come here." Okay.
Literally how can I say no?
I walk the short distance back over to him and he instructs me yet again, "Sit."
"I'm not a dog." I tell him but comply anyway and he watches me with a slight smile.
"Could've fooled me."
I gasp, "That's horrible."
"You're so obedient." He points out, ignoring my complaints and he mutters something else to himself, something quieter.
I blush at the insuniation and distract myself by looking at the bed.
"Look at me." I refuse the instruction because that would only further prove his point even though my instinct is to follow every word he says.
God I'm pathetic.
At least I'm self-aware.
"We're friends right?" I ask him.
"Yeah." He agrees.
"Last night wasn't very friendly." I point out, looking up at him as he watches me with his head tilted.
"Depends on your definition of friendly."
I send him a pointed look. "Oh so you do that with all of your female friends?"
"You're my only female friend. So technically yeah."
I roll my eyes. "You don't have to be such a smart ass."
"I know." He nods.
"So we agree last night was just a lapse of judgement." I offer.
"No." He replies.
"No?" I question in surprise. "You don't think it was a mistake."
"No. I would do it again." Zane tells me honestly and I honestly want to crawl into a hole and die.