Chapter Thirty-One: Maybe a Date?
Zane POV
The first rays of dawn broke through the gaps in the curtains, casting a muted golden hue over the room. I groggily opened one eye, the remnants of last night's passion and intensity still coursing through my veins. The feeling of Phera's lips on mine, the electricity that zapped through us - it was all too vivid.
Pulling myself out of bed, I glanced at the mirror, taking in the sight of my slightly tousled hair and the day-old stubble that adorned my face.
"Get it together, Zane," I muttered to my reflection, splashing cold water to clear the remnants of sleep.
As I dressed, my thoughts drifted to Phera. The raw emotions, the passion, the undeniable connection. But it wasn't just about that one stolen moment. It was the culmination of year
