Chapter 38

Zoey's POV

Startled, he looked at the ice, which was slowly melting and running down the edges of his gray jeans.

“Where does the ice cream come from?” he cursed and reached for a serviette.

"We're in an ice cream parlor, Luka," I hissed, slightly angry. We've been sitting here for a good half an hour and the gentleman hasn't said a word to the conversation just yet.

“Hey buddy, who died or something? You wouldn't even notice a nuclear bomb. "What's wrong with you?" Zac said my thoughts out loud.

“Nothing, damn it! I have to go now, I'll see you the day after tomorrow," he said hastily, an annoyed undertone in his voice.

Was he serious?

"Aren't you coming to training tomorrow?" He shook his head and stood up.

Then he walked around the stunned Zac, gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and then disappeared through the glass door outside.

Zac and I stared after him, confused.

"Could it be that your sex just sucks