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To determine whether I could separate my feelings.
To not scare Ethan away forever by being someone he doesn’t want me to be.
I paced the room several hundred times before I grabbed my bag from the closet and started throwing my clothes into it.
Ethan was only going to pitch three innings and then he would be done. I didn’t know if he would stay the whole game or not. But so much time had passed since I left the stadium that the game could have been over. So time wasn’t something I had a lot of anymore.
Everything got thrown into my bag half-hazard making it hard to close. As I finally started getting the zipper to cooperate, I heard the key in the door of the room.
My time was up.
Chapter 15
Ethan
Madison disappeared.
At first, I thought it was a bathroom break but after one more inning, I realized she left. I had snuck back to the locker room after I was taken out of the game and checked my phone. No texts or missed calls.
So I tried calling her real quick but no answer.
Damn her.
I didn’t care if she stuck around but I was going to worry about her until the game was over. Luckily, the game went fast and was over before I knew it, so I rushed through the post-game press conference and hurried to the hotel.
As I expected, Madison was at the hotel, panic written all over her face. I wasn’t sure what caused it, but I knew what it was about. Madison wouldn’t be Madison if she didn’t have a small panic attack about us being together. I anticipated this.
I welcomed it, even.
This was when I would really find out if I would be spending the nightinsidemy best friend.
I would be ok with whatever decision she made, I just wanted it to be a real decision. Still, I proceeded with caution.
“Hey, Maddy. Here you are,” I said as I walked slowly into the room and set the key card onto the dresser.
“Yep,” she said shortly, looking around the room like a caged animal.
I then noticed the bag on the bed next to her. Full and halfway zipped.
Was she running?
“What’s going on?” I asked, trying to keep the smile out of my voice. If she was running, I was going to have a hard time not laughing at her. I loved her, but I was going to laugh.
“Packing,” she said. Another short answer and offering nothing more.
I started to ask another question when my eye caught another bag. My bag. The one that was sitting on my bed.
Fully packed and zipped.
When I looked back up to her, she added, “You said we weren’t staying here tonight.”
“You're right, I have another room booked. Are we going to that room? Or going home?”
“What makes you ask that?”
“The look on your face is a classic Maddy panic attack.”
She laughed a little and rolled her eyes, trying to get thelookoff her face. Without answering me, she turned and started trying to zip her bag up. It didn’t look like she even bothered folding or organizing anything, so I walked up behind her to help.
