Page 56 of Craving Venom
He swallows thickly. “Zane—”
“Go ahead,” I cut him off, standing and yanking him up with me. He stumbles, legs barely holding him up. “Keep testing me. See how long you last before I break every fucking bone in your body and then get you transferred anyway.”
His breath shudders, and I see the exact moment he realizes he’s already lost.
Good.
“Now. Say it.”
His lips part, and though his words are barely above a whisper, it’s music to my fucking ears.
“I did it.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
THE BEAUTY
Iwake up to the sun trying to burn a hole through my skull.
It filters through the blinds, but it might as well be a goddamn laser beam drilling straight into my brain. My head pounds with a rhythmic throb that makes me groan and bury my face into my pillow. Fuck. How much did I drink last night?
I groan, dragging a hand down my face before reaching blindly for my phone on my nightstand. My fingers fumble over nothing.
With a grunt, I roll over, and after some half-hearted patting under my pillow, my fingers finally close around the cool metal. I pull it out, squinting at the unlocked screen, and I’m smiling.
What the fuck?
I feel like absolute shit, so why the hell am I grinning like an idiot?
I blink blearily at my phone, thumbing it open, and the answer is staring me right in the face.
Zane.
I scroll through our texts from last night, and goddammit, my smile widens. I don’t even stop it this time.
Jesus.
The sound of my door swinging open makes me shove my phone under the blanket, wiping the expression off my face just as Tria steps in.
She sees my face, and beams.
I scowl. “Wipe that shit off.”
“Wow.” She whistles low, stepping inside and shutting the door behind her. “You wake up smiling and now you’re embarrassed? What’s got you looking like a lovesick fool?”
“I am not,” I cut myself off. “Fuck off.”
She grins wider. “Was it a good dream? A sex dream?” She gasps, dramatically clutching her chest. “Was it about Trevor?”
“Jesus, Tria. You are so annoying.”
She flops onto the bed beside me, propping her chin up in her palm. “I know. It’s part of my charm.”
I groan, throwing an arm over my eyes. “Why are you here?”
“Oh, right. I have good news and bad news for you.”
“Good news first.”
