"What were you going to say? Bo...." Her face lit up.
"I was going to say a boy." She tried to cover up.
"No, you were going to say "my boyfriend"," I smirked.
"Yeah but that's not true." She just shrugged it off and tried to roll over but I stopped her.
"Devina will you be my girlfriend?" I smiled but soon stopped when she gave me that look.
"Zane, I- we haven't even been on a date. I still don't know much about any of this." My heart dropped as she rejected me. Rejected. "No. No, I don't reject you I just-I think we should take things slow. I don't want to jump into this. We have forever right?"
"You almost died today. No, you did die today. What if we don't have forever?" She smiled and pecked my lips.
"We have now, and that's all that matters." I smiled at this and nodded. She's right. Now is all that matters.
~Devina's POV~
I woke up in the early afternoon. Smiling at the bright sun rays, I rolled over and let out a gasp. I forgot Zane was here. I finally looked around again and remembered that I was in his gray room, in his comfy bed. He shot his eyes open and scanned my face.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling okay? I can take you to the-" I giggled and pecked his nose.
"I'm f-" I stopped my sentence and smiled. "I'm good." He grinned at this and pulled me into his warm and inviting arms.
"Let's go make breakfast." I groaned, not feeling very up to the idea as he got up and walked around to the other side of the bed where I lay. "Come on." He tugged on the covers that were now over my head but I kept them there.
"It's cold!" I whined making him chuckled. I heard his footsteps retreating and frown. "Zane?" I called out and his head popped up in the doorframe.
"I turned the heat up a bit. It'll take a while though." He smirked and narrowed his eyes. "Now get up." He ran over to me and gathered my body, wrapped in the fluffy blanket and carried me downstairs. "Pancakes?" Zane suggested and I grinned nodding my head. I unwrapped myself from the covers and walked over to stand next to him. He glanced down at my bare legs and I gasped.
"Why am I just wearing your shirt, Zane?" I narrowed my eyes and he blushed.
"I didn't look!" He defended holding his hands up in surrender. "I'm not a pervert." He scoffed and I rolled my eyes.
"You didn't look while undressing me?" He quickly shook his head.
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