Marcell’s POV.

“The door…” Olivia pulled away from my lips, indicating the door behind us.

We had been attached to each other since outside the restaurant. If I were a shy man, I’d feel embarrassed by what we did in the back of my car while Hal sat in the driver’s seat driving us to Olivia’s apartment. I’d be embarrassed like we were practically making out like horny hormonal teenagers.

Perhaps if I was a better man, I’d be slightly ashamed about ...