I sighed, dropping back onto the sofa before logging onto Facebook.
You have a new friend request from Zane Fallon.
Click here to accept.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
I was frozen temporarily by his profile photo, him and a girl I vaguely recognized from school. He was staring moodily at the screen as she kissed his cheek.
A wave of jealousy washed over me as I clicked accept, desperate to see the photo in more detail and stalk the man. My heart was pounding as I waited for the screen to load, finally sinking my teeth into my lip when I saw his photo feed.
It was him and this girl, all over.
I narrowed my eyes as I clicked on her name.
Charlotte.
Surely he didn’t have a girlfriend? I remembered how he looked at me if he asked if I could feel the attraction between us. Surely...
Relief spread through me as I saw her profile come up, informing me she was in a relationship with someone named Tate.
Why do I even care?
I jumped when a tiny circle appeared on my screen, with two words making me smile stupidly.
ZANE:
Hello, Layla.
LAYLA:
Zane! How are you?
ZANE:
Bored. You?
LAYLA:
Hungry. As usual...
ZANE:
What for?
My fingers hovered over the phone as I closed my eyes. Was he flirting with me?
ZANE:
I’d kill a man for a burger with fries. I’m feeling all American today.
Stupid Layla. He told you he would respect you; Ichide myself internally.
LAYLA:
Creamy garlic chicken pasta with garlic bread.
ZANE:
