Amelia POV
Later that day, I found myself lost in thought, replaying the events from earlier.
Maxwell had been gentle, almost… protective. The way he had carried me, the way his touch lingered—it made my heart race in ways I wasn't ready to admit.
I like it. The way he defended me in front of Margaret and Lisa made me feel butterflies.
I had always seen him as a man forged from ice, cold and indifferent. But on a few occasions, I had glimpsed something else beneath that carefully constructed exterior. Something raw. Something human which he immediately masks beneath.
As Rosa helped me shower and dress, I caught my reflection in the mirror. My pale skin still showed signs of exhaustion, but it was the deep blush on my cheeks that unsettled me the most.
I didn't recognize
