/Madison's POV/
"Shit!" I let out, biting down on my lower lip as the sharp creak of my door sliced through the quiet hallway like a guilty alarm, louder than I expected. I was only gonna open it a little to confirm who Zane was talking to, but now I kinda just regret it.
"Maddy?" Zane's voice came in—quick, attentive, edged with a faint rasp like he'd been talking for hours, sharp but questioning.
"Yeah," I answered his call, then frowned after realising I should have hesitated a little since I still had no idea who was with him.
"It's okay. You can come out." Zane assured, his tone softer now, warm and smooth in that way that usually sank straight into my chest, as if sensing my hesitation.
"Um, yeah…sure." I stuttered slightly before stepping outside my room.
I tread down the short hallway, the cool floor brushing against my bare feet, and there he was—still clad in the inner vest of his three-piece suit, his jacket flung over the sofa.
