Collin Tanner
The moment the words slipped past my lips, a cold wave of regret crashed over me.
Looking at me like you still love me.
I wanted to yank the syllables back out of the air and swallow them whole. I was half-asleep, unguarded, and I had just handed Zander the exact weapon I had spent days trying to keep away from him.
Zander didn't move. He stayed frozen over me, his hand still resting against the blanket near my shoulder, his gray eyes searching my face with an intensity that made the room feel starved of oxygen. For a heartbeat, I thought he was going to say it. I thought he was going to lean down, bridge the inches between us, and blow up every safe boundary we had left.
Instead, his hand slowly slipped away.
"You should get some sleep, Collin," Zander said softly, his
