Chapter 49

Fallon

My hands were shaking.

And I was sweating.

There was nothing attractive about the fact that I was barely able to keep the trembling out of my voice, meaning everything I said came out harsher than I wanted it to.

Did he have any idea how difficult it was to just be around him and try to act normal? To focus so desperately on my speech, on the formation of every single word just so I wouldn't stutter as much?

"Holy shit." Zane's breath hit the back of my neck causing warmth to spread down my arms. "Is that crab real?"

I smirked at the giant, glass fish tank at the front of the restaurant. "You mean Helga?"

He whistled. "You know what they say about names. If you name something, that means you have to keep it." A flash of emotion came and went, making me more curious than I needed to be.

Because it was Zane Andrews.

He acted like it didn't matter.

But it did. And anyone with two eyes could see that he was just used to the world giving him things.

"Table for two," Zane