MAXWELL’s POV
The next morning, my fingers flew over my keyboard, responding to emails I had left unattended for the past few days. I stayed focused on it, trying to forget the fact that I was sharing a room with a man.
None of this felt right to me, but it didn't look like there was any other way to solve my problems.
The rays of sunlight shone in the room, making me squint as I typed. And just then, a fragrance lingered in the air. It was familiar but faint, like it was laced with heat.
I turned to the side and that's when I noticed him.
“Aren't you a little too focused on your laptop today?” He mentioned, stepping into the room with one of his hands ruffling his hair, the other holding a bottle.
“I–I’m busy.” I stuttered while my eyes scanned his body.
Rishabh was glistening with
