/Zane's POV/
I think I'm still half-asleep. Did I seriously just get shoved into the bathroom? My thoughts kept swirling — or maybe it's my eyes. I still feel slightly sleepy. I only ever sleep so well when Maddy and I share a bed, but that wasn't what bothered me the most.
Seriously, what was I thinking coming onto her yesterday like that? I was just going to check up on her and return to my room.
For a minute, I was irritated by how easily she was handing out her number to Damien like it was nothing. What was she thinking? Even though they've met before, it was careless of her, so I tried to caution her—but I kind of forgot what I wanted to say the moment I was in front of her.
And those fiery eyes that looked like they were about to spark with the slightest poke almost made me fumble my words. Me, fumbling my words? That didn't happen even when my parents died and I had to live with my uncle for a while.
