Erin Lowell paused for a few seconds before walking over. "What are you doing standing here?"
Zane Jennings's eyelids fluttered. He answered listlessly, "Waiting for you."
"Mm." She nodded, her eyes filled with exhaustion. "It's very late. You should go home."
Having grown accustomed to him inexplicably waiting for her, Erin Lowell wasn't put off when he said it.
She walked past him to open her door.
"Erin Lowell."
He called out from behind her.
"Do you find me incredibly annoying? Do you desperately want to get rid of me?" he asked in earnest. His voice was low and devoid of warmth, deeper and hoarser than usual.
As much as he wanted to be closer to her, he was also terrified—terrified that she, like everyone else, would come to despise him; terrified that she was only indulging him because he was her "savior."
