Fallon

"Are you sick?" Mags leaned forward and pressed her palm to my forehead. "Hmm, you feel warm."

I shoved her hand away. "You don't even know what you're doing."

She held up her hands and then reached for her coffee, chewing on the lid like it was a straw. "You know, you've been on edge for the past week."

One week.

ONE full week of no Zane.

No texts.

Nothing.

And in my gut, I knew it was partially my fault. I'd walked ...