Zoey's POV 

  Taking out my earpiece, I listened again.

  “Hey, wait up.” He called, and I froze in my steps as I recognized his voice.

  Instinctively I started hurrying away, but I couldn't beat his long legs that caught up to me as he blocked me in an instant.

  “Running off again like a kid… that's what hormonal teenagers do.” He said breathlessly, and my lips curled up into a mischievous smirk as I met his gaze.

  Hormonal teenager? Well, if he insists on calling me that, then I can't help it if my knees cracked against his balls.

  Lifting my thigh as he came closer, I was going to...