/Madison's POV/
At first, I didn't understand why Zane suddenly came to my room. His eyes had constantly stalked me with a glint of something unfamiliar, a kind of quiet heat that made the air feel thicker than it should be. It didn't feel like desire at first, but it wasn't unpleasant either. Soon, it started to feel like I was sitting opposite him, naked, with every inch of my skin prickling under his stare.
His gaze burned into my skin with an intensity that had me sweating, a slow warmth gathering at the back of my neck. It's been like this since the interview. Now I'm just confused. I can't tell if he was looking at me or Allison. The way his pupils tightened made my stomach tighten with them.
