Zane stood stupefied for several long minutes after Gianna swept out of the room, wondering if he was dreaming or if he had somehow tumbled into another reality—one fundamentally different from the one he had endured for years.
Did Gianna just… his mouth, which had remained parted a fraction after he'd failed to meet her surprise kiss, slowly closed. He pressed his lips together, tasting her lingering presence, desperate to hold onto the ghost of her on his skin.
His heart was a total basket case; it was jumping and rocketing against his ribs so violently that he had to press a palm against his chest to steady it.
Bewildered and breathless, he staggered back and let his weight plunge into a nearby couch, the silence of the studio deafening compared to the beautiful chaos roaring inside him.
Gianna had kissed him. She had joked. She had teased him.
He swallowed hard, his hands resting tentatively on his thighs. Did that really just happen?
