Chapter 96

June's POV

Zed’s eyes burned into me as I sat down, then focused back on the TV screen. I didn’t know him well enough to know what he was thinking, but given the tenseness in his shoulders, I was guessing either guilt or anger. Experience told me that with a man, it was probably anger, but something about the time I’d spent with Zed told me it was probably guilt.

“Thanks for the cake. That was sweet of you,” I said quietly, setting his cake on the couch between us before settling down on the opposite side of the furniture from him. My fork dug into my cake, and I took a bite.

Shit, it was so damn incredible. I had to fight not to groan.

His fists were clenched at his side, and his erection stood up like a damned flagpole pushing against the sweats he had on.

After shoveling a few bites in, I slowed down long enough to ask, “What are we watching?”

Zed still hadn’t touched his cake or budged.

And I still didn’t know if it was anger or hornines