Zoe's POV:
Seth was seated now.
He'd chosen the armchair by the small window — the one bathed in the dim, golden light from the bedside lamp. He looked casual, too casual for how fast my heart was pounding. His white t-shirt was slightly creased, paired with grey sweatpants that made him look both comfortable and completely out of place in my thoughts. His blond hair, tousled as usual, fell lazily over his forehead — the kind of messy that looked too deliberate to be accidental.
He was spinning something between his fingers — a keychain from the nightstand. The metallic jingle filled the silence, rhythmic, deliberate, almost taunting.
He looked up at me again, eyes catching the light, a slow smile tugging the corner of his mouth. "Thought I'd hang with you a little before bed.."
"Oh," I said, trying to sound composed. "That's… nice."
