She narrowed her brows in displeasure as she sat up. "What's wrong? You're shaking…Did I do something?" she asked, trying to reach him.
He shoved a hand in the air towards her.
"No—don't. Just… don't come close." He warned, buttoning his shirt.
His chest was rising and falling with heavy breath mixed with pain.
"Zane, talk to me," she said softly, trying to piece herself together. "I thought you wanted—"
"This isn't what I want, not like this. You're pushing too hard, Clarissa!" he snapped, his voice strained.
Clarissa scoffed, disbelief flashing across her face. "I thought this was normal between us—since we're becoming an official couple tomorrow. If you don't want this moment with me, then who's the whore?"
Zane said nothing. Without another word, he turned sharply on his heel and strode toward the staircase. Each step echoed through the quiet house like rolling thunder.
