I don’t give a damn what looks good on me!

Zayne's POV

He sat up slowly, deliberately, brushing a few strands of raven-black hair out of his face, his movements always too composed, too controlled. He exuded an infuriating smugness, as if the world owed him silence and obedience, as if my anger was merely a minor annoyance.

“Relax,” he sai...

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