Camila’s POV
I watched as Zion tilted his head and looked at me from the couch where we were both seated. “I did have a date for tonight.” He stroked his chin thoughtfully. “But it’s just in mind mind, I didn’t get around to asking her to the date.” He said.
“And how is that my fault?” I asked him again, because it really hadn’t answered my question.
“That’s because she didn’t give me the chance to get closer to her, you know. She keeps pushing me away.” He said and I furrowed my brows, feeling a pang of hurt in my chest.
Oh wow! So there was a woman somewhere. Why the hell had he been confusing me then? I asked myself.
“Well, maybe if you try now, you know, call her and let her know you would like her to go with you to a party.” I said, not believing that was my voice. It sounded
