Dylan is an idiot if he doesn’t want her.
Then again, maybe he likes his women a bit more spunky?
I twist and glance at my back in the mirror. I’m wearing an off-the-shoulder black T-shirt with the logo of our band, and the drawing Zane made on my upper arm two days ago is still visible. I’ve taken pains not to scrub it when showering, to keep it on me a while longer. It’s a hawk, wings spread, its beak curved toward the inside of my arm. When I hold my arm close to my body, it’s right over my breast, as if it’s about to bite my—
“Wasn’t it a bird last time, too?”
It was. He likes drawing birds on me—birds in flight.
“So what are you going to wear, the skirt or the pants?” Tessa, obviously fed up with my lack of answers, picks up the items from the pile of clothes on my bed. Black stretch pants and a short black skirt with ruffles. “I’d say the skirt.”
“Why?” I take it from her hands. I’m already wearing ripped black tights. I look tiny next to Tessa and awkward, like a boy. She looks like a supermodel.
“Boys like seeing your legs. And there will be plenty of boys tonight.”
“That wasn’t so subtle,” I mutter. “I mean, I get that you’re worried about Zane breaking my heart, but I’m not interested in boys.” Just Zane. “Isn’t he going to be there?”
“He’s been invited, but he never replied. He’s been like that lately. It’s driving Ash nuts. But I’m sure if someone tells him you’ll be there, he’ll come.”
I smile in spite of myself. A rush of warmth fills me. “Do you think Zane would like me in a skirt?”
“Zane likes you in just about anything, girl. He’ll have to be pried off you with tongs if he comes tonight. He’s acting like he’s in heat when he’s around you.”
I laugh. “He’s cute.” And hot like hell.
“Yeah… I’m worried.” She sits on top of the pile of clothes. “I told you how Zane is with girls. I mean, are you just friends or…” She wiggles her fingers.
I think of how he has always watched me, with such heat in his eyes, and how he made me come on his sofa that night after the disaster at the park. I think of how he let me hold him two days ago, how he spoke of his sick sister, how he asked me if this was all a game to me.
“I don’t know,” I confess. “We aren’t anything. We just hang out together sometimes. I like him.”
She doesn’t look convinced. “We all like him. He’s an awesome guy. But this business of drawing on you, and the way he looks at you…”
So she noticed, too. Heat climbs up my neck. “Like what?”
“Like he wants to lick every inch of your body.”
Oh God. I clutch the skirt to my middle and sink into the bed beside her. “He’s gorgeous.”
“One hundred percent,” she agrees. “And normally I’d encourage you to jump his bones and have his babies, but this is Zane we’re talking about.” She sighs. “Truth is, I’m worried about him, too.”
“Because of his sister being sick?”
Tessa’s gaze snaps to me. “He told you about that?”
I shrug. “Why, is it a secret?”
“Sort of.” Her gaze hardens. “What else has he told you?”
“Nothing.” I lick my lips, feeling nervous under her scrutiny. “Just that she’s his only family. That she took him in, and looked after him, and now he can’t help her.”
“Oh God, he told you all that?”
“Come on, Tessa, it’s not much. I swear that’s all, and it’s so vague.”
“You don’t understand.” She bites her lip. “You don’t know Zane like I do. You’ve met him only a handful of times.”
“So?”