Zayne’s POV
My hands came up immediately. I shoved Isabella away.
Hard.
She stumbled backward against the bed, surprise flashing across her face as her hair fell messily over one shoulder.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demanded.
My voice sounded colder than I felt, because beneath the anger was something uglier.
Disappointment.
Not in her, but in myself. For even allowing this situation to exist.
Isabella blinked slowly like she genuinely didn’t understand.
“You kissed me before,” she said softly.
“That was a mistake.”
Her lips parted. “And suddenly it means nothing?”
“That’s exactly what it means.”
The hotel room suddenly felt suffocating. My gaze swept toward the window automatically. My jaw tightened.
“You chose this room on purpose,” I said quietly.
She
