Olivia's POV
Two days.
Two entire days without a word from Maxwell. Without a glimpse of him. Without any indication that he even remembered I existed.
I tried to tell myself it was fine. That he needed space. That I should give him time to process everything I'd confessed.
But it was killing me.
Every knock on my door sent my heart racing with hope. Every time, I'd open it expecting to see those green eyes, that controlled expression, that presence that seemed to fill every room he entered.
And every time, it was someone else.
Room service delivering meals I'd barely ordered.
Kennedy checking in to make sure I was okay.
Gabriel appearing with suggestions for sightseeing I had no interest in.
Never Maxwell.
By the third day, I was getting agitated. Restless. The walls of my hotel room felt like they were closing in, and I couldn't focus on anything except the man next door who was so close yet completely unreachable.
I missed him.
