/Zane's POV/
What the hell am I doing? Even I started to wonder at some point, but seeing Madison flustered and disturbed made me want to keep bothering her.
Although she wasn't the type to run, she still resorted to running after what happened. She showed annoyance and inconvenience at our proximity, but in the cracks of the perturbed expression on her face was the want she tried hard to ignore—the lust she was trying her best to keep reined in.
I want to see her cave. I want to tempt her until she chooses her needs over her stubbornness and pride. I guess I'm a cowardly bastard, wanting to push her over the line first while I hide behind my selfish reasons.
I knew this wasn't me, but Maddy strangely knew how to push my buttons, making my desire triumph over my reason.
