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
I SIT opposite Zane in a cute coffee shop, his long legs tangled with mine beneath the table and a steaming hot chocolate, pilled high with cream and marshmallows in front of me.
Does life get much better than this?
I just feel like as long as I have Zane everything's gonna be alright. Even on the bad days and especially on the worst ones, if he's there I know I'm gonna be okay.
I've never experienced such intense feelings of love. Heck, I would even get buried with him. And it should scare me to feel like this, to feel so much for someone but it doesn't, because it's Zane. Things aren't scary with Zane, he doesn't let them be.
He makes me feel secure and whole again, but not because he completes me because I am my own indepent and individual person but because he loves me and supports so much that I can't help but do the same.
"What're you thinking about?" Zane asks as I scoop some whipped cream into my mouth.
"Nothing much. Just you." I admit and Zane's lips twitch in amusement.
I watch as heat creeps up his neck and as he blushes. I laugh, "Who knew, the big scary Panther blushes!" I tease and he moves his hands over his face.
"You can't just say that." He defends and I send him a giddy smile. "Yes I can."
It's been around a month since Zane asked me to be his girlfriend and apparently I have the honour of being his first ever one!
I like to think of him being my first ever boyfriend too. Sometimes I like to pretend that Wyatt doesn't exist and that part of my life never even happened, but my therapist said that it wasn't healthy, so I now refer to him as my first (and only) husband, because I can definitely imagine the rest of our lives together.
The girls think it's the cutest thing ever and Zane loves calling me his wife. The idea of growing old together sends a flutter of excitement through my body because in the least depressing way ever, if I had stayed with Wyatt I'm not sure I ever would have ever grown old.
"I got you a present." Zane says a few minutes later and I sigh.
"Not another one. Stop giving me presents." I order, sipping my hot chocolate thats been made sweeter by the melted marshmallows.
He gives me a disapproving look, "No."
Rolling my eyes, I pick up the small box he pushes across the table. I open it to find a gift card for a book store and my eyes flick to his.
"It's a gift card." He explains and I nod.
"Yeah no shit." I say, my eyes trailing back to the card and that's when I spot it, the number on it.
I instantly drop the box onto the table. "Zane." I start and he grabs my hands gently, cutting me off.
"No, no, no. I don't wanna hear shit from you misses." He instructs and I shake my head.
