His gaze met hers without wavering. He smiled, his eyes growing brighter. "I'm cold."
He'd never shown weakness or vulnerability, let alone acted cute for someone's attention. This was a first.
'If this were anyone else,' Erin thought, 'I probably wouldn't have turned around. And even if my soft heart made me look back, I would've just walked away by now.'
But he was the one who'd saved her life. He'd gotten hurt for her. She couldn't just be ungrateful and abandon him.
So, she walked over and stood before him. He was squatting on the edge of the steps, and when she raised her arm, her jacket draped perfectly over his back. "Are you really that scared of the cold?"
As she got closer, she saw his shoulders were trembling slightly.
Zane Jennings looked up, his whole body tense.
Someone had seen right through him—through his fear of the cold, through the weakness hidden beneath his tough exterior.
