Zane's POV~
"Do you hate me now?"
Alfie's question came low and serious, with guilt etched into his voice. "I promised I wouldn't hit you... but I did. That counts as breaking my promise."
I swallowed hard, my throat tight.
I'd been waiting....nearly holding my breath for him to ask the question that haunted my thoughts. But it wasn't that one. Not yet.
The one question I feared: Were you hard?
I mean, anyone who feels guilty usually knows why. And I was definitely guilty. I was hard. I couldn't help it, and part of me believed Alfie had already noticed. Just like I'd noticed his.
But maybe... I was wrong. Maybe he hadn't noticed at all.
God, I really needed to relax.
"You didn't hit me on purpose, Alph...." I paused, quickly correcting myself, "....I mean, Alfie."
