Maxwell's POV
Hours crawled by in that waiting room.
Olivia had been sitting beside me, her presence both comforting and torturous. Close enough to smell her perfume. Close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her body. Close enough to drive me slowly insane with want.
Then Gabriel had appeared, his hand extended toward her like a claim.
"Come on, Liv. Let's get some coffee. You need to eat something."
And she'd gone with him. Of course she had.
I watched them walk away together - his hand on the small of her back, her leaning slightly into him - and felt something dark and possessive coil in my gut.
I didn't blame him, though. If Olivia were my girlfriend, I wouldn't let her sit with another man either. Especially not one she clearly had feelings for, whether she admitted it or not.
I tried not to watch them at the vending machines. Tried not to notice how Gabriel made her laugh, how she touched his arm when she spoke, how comfortable they looked together.
