“What are you doing?”
“What areyoudoing?” he counters. “You look frantic. What’s going on?”
I try to wriggle out of his grasp but he holds strong, making me angry. “Let go of me, Zane.” I rock as I’m yelling and his eyes narrow.
“Are you drunk?” It takes me a second to register his words because there’s something off about them. He’s slurring.
“Are you?” I snap back, which somehow convinces him to let me go.
“I’m not really in the mood to party, you know,” he stares at me pointedly. “The alcohol helps.”
“Seems to have helped a great deal. You looked like you were having lots of fun on the dance floor.”
Zane’s eyes widen before he curses under his breath.
“That wasn’t… it’s not… B, it’s not what you think.”
“Did you or did you not have your tongue down someone else’s throat?”
“You know I fucking didn’t. If you were really watching you would have seen that she kissedmeand I shoved her away.”
“After a good thirty seconds.” I may have been talking to Nathan, but I was watching Zane from the corner of my eye.
“Blair.”
“No, don’t ‘Blair’ me. If our friends knew about us, no one would be trying to kiss you.”
“Fuuck.” Zane winces, running a hand through his hair, his shoulders dropping at the knowledge that I’m right.
“How many times has that happened?”
“What?”
“You know what? Never mind. I’d rather not know.”
I turn to walk away but his fingers curl around my wrist this time. “Blair.”
“Stop, we can’t do this here. I’m leaving anyway.”
“Where?” He drops his hold and steps back.
“To another party.”
“Whose party?” As though expecting to get the answer somewhere in the room, he scans our surroundings, his expression confused.
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”
“Fuuuck.” He runs a hand down his face this time, groaning again. “Don’t go. Please. I promise I didn’t—”
“Let’s talk about this tomorrow, when we’re both sober. Rest assured, you didn’t do anything wrong. We’re not together.”
“Thanks.” He rolls his eyes sarcastically. “Whether we’re together or not, I’m still not interested in anyone else.”
I’m momentarily stunned, but I still can’t stay here. “I…”
Zane’s shoulders drop and he sighs in resignation. “If you really have to go, can you at least call me when you get there, and when you get home?”
“Zane.” My heart skips, taking in the protectiveness in his eyes.
