/Madison's POV/
I can't remember the last time I felt nervous. I didn't even flinch when I had to rescue a colleague with a fucking bomb strapped to him. However, sleeping in the same bed with Zane without actually doing anything made me feel strangely nervous—an uneasy flutter building under my ribs, like tiny wings brushing against my insides.
I can't even remember the last time I was on the same bed with a guy—just actually sleeping in it with nothing going on. It was always empty sex that made me disappear before the guy opened his eyes to the morning sunlight, thinking it would fill the void you didn't know was there.
The mattress underneath me felt unfamiliar, too soft, too warm—almost like it was trying to swallow me whole.
