Sure, I chatted online with cyber buds about it while on the internet at the library, but kept it at that lest my father and mother ever found out. I stared into Zane’s intense eyes, jitters having a party in my stomach and quickening my breath. According to gossip, he lived what I read about. What I dreamed about. Telling him probably wouldn’t be the best idea, but he tempted me like no other. I wanted to tell him. See what he thought after knowing the truth—hear his thoughts, taste a smidgeon of what he could offer. Just keep it at information, Raquel. Save the experience for later. Clearing my throat, I tore my attention from his eyes and focused on the large piece of Tiramisu our waiter had placed between us during the silent interlude. “I’m not as innocent as you think.” Zane didn’t move a muscle. Didn’t seem to breathe. “So you know exactly what I meant every time I cornered you in your office, whispered naughty things in your ear, and flushed your face like it is now?”
