Page 150 of Tainted Romance

It was dead quiet.

Kind of creepy.

I had been so focused on how creepy it was not seeing people buzzing around everywhere, that I came to an abrupt halt at Zane’s door when I realized it was his door. I had just followed him to it. Now I realized where I was and more importantly what I was entering.

“You alright?” Zane frowned at me while unlocking the door. Still holding my hand. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something?”

Yeah, the ghost of the shell I was going to become tomorrow when he decides he wants nothing to do with me. Again. I shook my head.

“Just never been in your room.” I wasn’t lying I hadn’t been, but I also wasn’t telling him I was currently thinking of all the ways he was going to hurt me come morning.

Maybe he would just kick me out before anyone woke up? That would make sense. He was ashamed of me.

“Well, I hope you like it because I’m planning on you spending a lot of time in here.” He opened the door and flicked on the lights, pulling me in when I didn’t automatically follow.

It was huge, and, surprisingly, really clean! I didn’t hide my reaction.

“What’s that face for?” he asked, taking my bag off my shoulder.

“It’s clean,” I stated the obvious. No boy’s room I had been in was ever clean. Blake’s was always dirty; I don’t know how many times I had attempted to clean it, but it would always end up the same.

“Well, I haven’t been here.” His other hand went to my hip, and he walked backwards, holding on to me.

“So, you have a cleaner then? Because no way a guy keeps his room this clean.” Hell, I didn’t keep my room this clean. My wardrobe lived on the floor, and I wouldn’t lie and say I didn’t live from it.

“Yep.” He pulled me in closer. “Stop looking so shocked. I told you I haven’t been here.”

“So normally it’s a mess, right? Because I hate to break it to you, but I’m not this clean.”

“You have my permission to make it as dirty as you want.” He stopped us at the couch. “Now, are you sure you aren’t hungry, because I know you like to eat when you watch TV.”

“How would you know that?”

“I’ve crashed a few of your binges.”

“You know you could have actually joined me in person. Not just by reading my mind.” I narrowed my eyes at him. Should I be mad that he just freely entered my mind whenever he felt like it? Everything was telling me I should be but, at the same time, I didn’t have anything to hide.

I spottedMisfitson the coffee table. “Oh yes, you got the first season!” I let go of him and walked around the couch, sitting down.

“I actually got them all.” He emptied the bag, scratching the back of his neck. “I could never tell which one was your favorite.”

“I love all of the episodes with Nathan in them.” I pulled my legs up on the couch, watching, as he put the first disc in.

“I don’t know if I approve of you having a crush on another guy.”

I smiled. “Who said I had a crush?”

“You did. To yourself last time you watched it.” He sat down next to me.

“You really do spend too much time in my mind, you know that.” I rolled my eyes. Way too much time. “You know I might start invading your thoughts and see how you like it.”

“I’m not hiding anything from you.” His hand ran up my thigh, and I was cursing myself for wearing a skirt right now.

He pressed play, and I ripped my eyes off him and onto the TV.

But his hand wasn’t going anywhere.

I smiled watching the start, but I felt his eyes on me and not the TV.

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