Olivia's POV
Throughout the remaining journey home, Maxwell was surprisingly fine. Better than fine, actually - he looked healthier with each passing minute, as if the severe pneumonia that had nearly killed him just hours ago had simply evaporated into thin air.
I couldn't exactly look him in the eye anymore, not after that kiss. Every time I tried, my face would burn with embarrassment and my mind would replay the feeling of his lips on mine, his hands in my hair, the desperate passion in the way he'd pulled me closer. So instead, I kept my gaze firmly fixed on my phone, pretending to respond to emails that didn't actually need immediate attention.
