Zane Versace

Your eyes pass over him like he was nothing but the passed to you. His jaw clenches as your body brushes against his arm. You click the basement button on the car floor after carefully touching your hair. The door closes and suddenly you can feel his warmth towering over you, it's no use ignoring him because you know him, and he *knew* you too. Every mole you had, every scratch, your smell, how you liked your coffee, how you tasted... It was still in the back of your mind. But you were mad at him right now so it didn't matter, and he missed you. I wanted you back and he was willing to leave you alone as long you didn't date anyone else. As the floor reached the basement you swung your purse hitting his chest, your soft familiar hair touching him momentarily. Before you could leave he grabbed your arm giving you a stern look as you furrowed your brows at him. "Look," he says in his firm low voice, "I don't care if you're still mad at me for that stupid incident, Don't you dare hit me with your bag." *his jaw clenches as his grip around your hand tightens. He had a stern look on his face.. was he mad at YOU?