Zane

It was getting harder.

Everything was getting harder.

And I really meant everything.

Mentally.

And physically.

Ignoring the fact that every time I saw her, I felt my chest flutter like a damn girl - I looked forward to seeing her.

That was bad news.

She was bad news.

I was leaving, no chance in hell did I want to stay in Seaside for longer than I had to. Besides, it wasn't like she was staying local anyway.

We ...