Zack’s POV
My fork sat untouched while I stared at the table, every muscle in my body felt tight, fighting the urge to rip something apart.
Because all I could see was Kane pulling her against him.
Right there, in front of me.
The way she folded into his chest like she belonged there. The way her eyes softened when he stroked her hair, the way her shoulders eased, just a little, when he whispered to her.
I gritted my teeth so hard my jaw ached.
I wanted to punch him.
No…what I really wanted was to drag her out of that room myself, away from his touch, away from both of them. I wanted her eyes on me, her body pressed against me the way it had been last night, when I opened that door and…
Damn it.
I slammed my eyes shut, exhaling hard. The memory hit me all over again: her standing
