I followed, just as I did every night, only this time I tried to open the door and barge in.
It was locked.
I growled.
She seriously locked me out after that outburst?
I was pissed and took to pacing the floor once more until my anger subsided and I felt deflated as I sunk to the floor and curled up in front of her door.
I was still frustrated, but the emotions had changed. Clearly, she hadn’t been as calm about everything as she’d appeared, and that gave me sick pleasure to realize.
Much to my surprise, a lot of the tension I’d been experiencing waned, and I started to doze off as I listened to her shower running. My mate was definitely a creature of habit.
Light snoring woke me up a few times before I realized it was me.
The room had not fully grown dark yet, so I knew I had only snoozed for a little while. I was contemplating getting up and doing something . . . anything, but the door flew open and Zoey tripped over me as she marched out of the room. I wasn’t sure which one of us was more surprised.
“What the hell are you doing on the floor?”
I scowled. “Trying to sleep.”
“There? Why aren’t you in your room?”
“Because I didn’t think I was welcome,” I admitted.
“Seriously?” she muttered before stomping off to each of the other bedrooms only to find that none of the beds had been slept in. “You’ve been sleeping on the floor like this every night?”
I didn’t respond. I didn’t want to confess how badly I wanted to be near her, even if this was all I could get.
Her voice softened. “Why?”
“I told you when we first arrived here that I prefer the smaller bed.”
“To cuddle,” she whispered.
“Yeah, but you insisted on the big one.”
“You could still have slept in there,” she blurted out while blushing furiously.
I shook my head. “You shut me out every night. I’m just trying to respect that.”
Her mouth opened to protest and then promptly shut as she considered my words. Then she took a deep breath, like she was trying to work through what to say. I didn’t give her the opportunity to reply.
“You kissed me back, and then after we were interrupted, you went cold.”
“Uh, no, I didn’t. You went cold. Instead of getting back to where we’d been interrupted, you put on a stupid movie.”
“I was trying not to pressure you. And you sat there and watched the entire thing with your arms crossed over your chest making it perfectly obvious you wanted nothing more to do with me.”
“No, I was pissed thinking you wanted nothing more to do with me.”
I considered that for a moment and tried to see things from her side.
“I guess we were both wrong,” I finally conceded.
“I guess we were,” she said.
Finally, we seemed to agree on something again.
