Zane's POV ~
No, I told myself, clutching the journal tightly. I'll return it tomorrow.
"All right, boo boo. Everything's set," came Cassian's voice, prompting me to hide the diary immediately. I turned my gaze toward him as he descended the stairs, flanked by the delivery workers.
"Thank you so much for the gifts, Cassian. I'll check them out," I replied, quickly standing up. I passed by him with a small smile, then brought the diary back to my chest as I ascended the stairs. "Goodnight!" I called over my shoulder while hopping two steps at a time until I reached the top. Once inside my room, I locked the door.
There was hardly any space left to put my feet down. The room was filled with boxes. Cassian's so-called gifts...stacked neatly yet still stretching across the floor. Despite the tidy arrangement, they covered almost every inch of walking space.
"I'll just deal with these tomorrow," I muttered, stepping over a box before collapsing onto my bed.
