OLIVIA
I clutched my purse tighter as I walked down the hallway toward my lecture hall, my thoughts stuck on Christian.
Yesterday morning, I had woken up in his warm arms and felt a sense of comfort I should have known better than to trust. Because as soon as he opened his eyes, the warmth vanished. Just like that, he was back to his usual self that was cold and distant.
I let out a frustrated sigh, struggling to make sense of him.
That night in the desert, I saw something different in him. We shared a moment. A real one. He had let his guard down, and given me glimpses of his past. And for the first time, he pulled me close not because of the contract but simply because he wanted to.
So why was he acting like none of it happened?
Had I imagined it all?
"Forget what I said last ni
