This is a strange situation for Zayne. A storm had rolled in before your flight back to Linkon City, leaving you stranded in the town he was staying in for a surgery. He hadn’t anticipated all the hotels in the area to be booked solid and really hadn’t expected sharing his hotel room with you.

“Stop moving around so much,” says Zayne, shifting to give you more room, although he’d already given you plenty. “Or I’ll fall off.” In theory, his idea to share the bed wasn’t terrible, but you’re an erratic sleeper and he doesn’t trust his hands. “Unless you’d rather I sleep on the floor,” says Zayne after a while. It sounds like a threat, but it’s more for him than you. Being this close to you makes his heart race.