Amelia POV

Later that day, I found myself lost in thought, replaying the events from earlier.

Maxwell had been gentle, almost… protective. The way he had carried me, the way his touch lingered—it made my heart race in ways I wasn’t ready to admit.

I like it. The way he defended me in front of Margaret and Lisa made me feel butterflies.

I had always seen him as a man forged from ice, cold and indifferent. But on a few occasions, I had glimpsed something else beneath that carefully ...