/Madison's POV/
Zane's been walking on eggshells around me since the last time we had sex. Although I told him not to worry about it, I guess it kept eating him up. Even though he's a grown-ass man with anger issues, he behaves like an adorable innocent puppy sometimes.
I want him to go to bed a little earlier tonight though.
"Just come in if you're gonna be pacing in front of my door like that," I finally voiced. I'd heard his footsteps approaching my door for like thirty minutes now, followed by hesitant pacing that went on for a good five minutes on rotation.
The quiet shuffle of his socks on the carpet had become a rhythm—soft, repetitive, impossible to ignore.
Seriously, if he's gonna regret it this much, he really shouldn't have done it.
"Hey." Zane slipped in, his eyes studying mine as I put away the tablet I'd been using to study the hotel blueprint.
The glow from the screen faded from my hands, leaving the room dimmer, softer.
