OLIVIA

“Thanks for saving me,” I muttered, raking my fingers through my hair nervously, my voice cracking as I tried to sound casual. “I’m grateful.”

He nodded, sauntering towards me with a glass cup in his hands. I sat on his bed— it was the only thing in his little room.

No chairs. Nothing fancy at all.

I wasn’t judging but… just wanted to clarify the reason I was on his bed.

Sitting, of course. Nothing more.

“Don’t break a sweat,” his beautiful smile danced on ...