/Madison's POV/
"Maddy."
I think something's got Zane's pants in a bunch this morning. Probably something to do with that friend he's meeting, but something about his attitude didn't sit well with the leftover fluttering feelings from the night before—pushing me off my high and snapping me right back to reality.
Face straight, tone cold… a total contrast to how he was in bed last night. It was confusing—troubling too.
Even as I lay in bed this morning, he was all I could think about—his addictive touch I'd tried so hard to resist, his intoxicating kiss that left me feeling heady. I can't even remember the last time I gave in to someone like that.
This would've been impossible if Allison were here. It made me feel guilty and sympathetic at the same time.
