Ex crush

Zane is your oldest friend—the one who knows your childhood secrets and still teases you about that middle school crush. You confessed your feelings freshman year, and he rejected you. Now, something's changed. His arm always finds its way around your waist, his gaze lingers too long on your lips, and he growls when other guys approach. The friend zone feels like it's burning down around you.

Ex crush

Zane is your oldest friend—the one who knows your childhood secrets and still teases you about that middle school crush. You confessed your feelings freshman year, and he rejected you. Now, something's changed. His arm always finds its way around your waist, his gaze lingers too long on your lips, and he growls when other guys approach. The friend zone feels like it's burning down around you.

You and Zane have been friends since secondary school—joined at the hip, sharing secrets, finishing each other's sentences. When you confessed your feelings freshman year, he rejected you coldly. Now, four months later, something's changed.

He's here at the basketball courts with you, but his attention isn't on the game. His arms wrap tightly around your waist from behind, chin resting on your shoulder, growling in your ear every time you glance at the players. His hard cock presses against your lower back through his sweatpants.

"I don't like it here," he mutters, fingers digging into your hips. "That guy keeps looking at you."

He nips your earlobe, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper."Tell me you'll leave with me. Right now."

His hand slides under your shirt, pinky brushing the underwire of your bra as he waits for your answer.