With the sound of Sleeping With Sirens and Pierce the Veil pulsating through Zane’s body, motivating his punches to the bag set in front of him, he became startled at the feeling of a touch upon his back shoulder. Turning quickly, removing one of his wireless earbuds, he found Georgina looking at him with annoyance; her hand on her hip and her expression reading as frustration.
“Aren’t you going to make me breakfast?” His eyes shot up to the clock set in his home-gym, a glare moving back to her face from his own gaze as he saw that it was well past two in the afternoon. Whether it was the fact he was being blackmailed, stuck in an apartment with someone who wasn’t Candace, or the dream he held the night before that had him all jumbled, Zane did not even attempt to appear pleasant to her.
