Chapter 71

Fallon

The sun burst through the window casting a warm light across my bare arms. I slowly stretched my sore body and rubbed my eyes.

Memories of the night before assaulted me over and over again causing a slow burn to start from my toes and spread all the way to my face.

The things he said.

The things we did.

The way he touched me.

I suppressed a nervous giggle.

"Something funny?" An extremely - thank you, God - naked Zane was standing in the doorway, a cup of coffee in one hand, a marshmallow in the other, and an acoustic guitar hanging off the side of his body.

I wasn't really sure if I should laugh or just cry at the image of perfection standing in front of me, every rippled muscle on display for me to see.

That was the thing about Zane.

His secrets were his and his alone.

But his body? It was as if he knew the mental barriers he put up and didn't want to do the same with the physical ones, like it was all he had to share at times.

And I respected that.

Even though I