“You make this so hard,” I muttered. “Make what so hard?” Irritated and charmed, and annoyed because I was charmed, I glared at him. “Not liking you,” I admitted. Zayne’s lips tipped up and a wide, beautiful smile appeared, stealing my breath again. My eyes narrowed as I crossed my arms. “I don’t know why you’re smiling.” “Maybe because...” He rose, extending his hand toward me. “Maybe because I’m not trying to make it easy, Trin.”
