Sophia
His words echoed in my ears longer than they should have.
For a moment, I stood frozen in place, caught between shock and embarrassment.
I wasn’t supposed to be so obvious. Not with Max. Not with anyone.
The way he smirked, the way his voice carried that light, teasing drawl, it unsettled me more than it should have.
There was nothing inappropriate in the words themselves, but coming from him, in that quiet little shed where the world had been reduced to just the two of us, it carried weight.
Weight that pressed against the walls I had so carefully built.
I scoffed, too sharply, trying to disguise the awkward twist in my chest.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I muttered, my voice rougher than intended. “I was just about to get ready for work.”
Max didn’t push. He just nodded,
