14. Zane
14
ZANE
She tried to kiss me. She kissed me back.
Fuck, my heart is so light, it might fly away.
I hold her tight with one arm—her feet must be dangling a foot off the ground but neither of us care—and lace my other hand into her soft dark hair. I kiss her for indulgent minutes, angling our mouths together. She clings to me, arms around my shoulders, and her enthusiasm for our third kiss is better than anything I’ve ever felt. I’d give up forty years of life for this perfect moment.
It’s only when I hear my phone ping that I realise I’ve messed up. My bunny is such a distraction.
Not letting her go, I carry her with me, kissing her as she laughs and questions my sanity as I dump our drinks into travel cups and pass her the piece of lemon drizzle cake. I’m glad my staff arranged that as I ordered.
“Where are we going?” she asks as we get outside to where the helicopter is waiting again.
“To Bethnal Green. I’ve got something for you.”