Fallon

My eyes filled with tears.

Four weeks.

It took four weeks for Zane Andrews to own me.

Then again, he'd had me with the first marshmallow, with the first arrogant smirk as he walked around the house completely naked, except for a weird scarf that wrapped around his neck.

God help me, I might not even make it to week five without asking if I could carry his firstborn.

At nineteen.

Was it obsession? Or something ...