Maxwell's POV
I needed to know.
The question had been burning inside me since the gas station, growing hotter with every passing minute, every silent mile, every stolen glance.
Why had she said we were a couple?
Was she changing her mind about us? Did she want to be together? Was she falling for me the way I'd been falling for her - was already deeply, irrevocably fallen for her?
The uncertainty was killing me. Eating me alive from the inside out.
I'd followed her into the bathroom without thinking, driven by a desperate need for answers that overrode every rational thought about boundaries and personal space.
Olivia stood there, clutching her shirt to her chest, her eyes wide with surprise and something else - something that looked like conflict, like she was torn between running away and staying to face this.
"Maxwell…" she started, and I could hear the hesitation in her voice.
