Alex's POV
It had been almost twenty-four hours.
Twenty-four hours since Jaxon had walked out that door, twenty-four hours since I’d pushed him too far, and twenty-four hours since I’d seen him last.
I hated that I was counting, but I couldn’t help it. Every minute he stayed away, the guilt inside me grew bigger. He hadn’t come back to the room, not even to sleep, not even to grab a change of clothes.
At first, I told myself it was nothing since I knew that he needed space. He always needed space, and he’d probably come back after he cooled off, but as the night dragged into morning and he still hadn’t returned, the pit in my stomach settled in like it had no intention of leaving.
I kept glancing at the door like some i***t, hoping I’d hear his familiar footsteps. The way he always
