Olivia's POV
I trudged up the stairs to my apartment, each step feeling like I was scaling Mount Everest in flip-flops. When I reached my door, I was ready to collapse into a puddle of exhaustion and confusion.
Fumbling with my keys, I finally unlocked the door and stumbled inside. I kicked off my shoes, not caring where they landed, and made a beeline for the couch. It welcomed me with open arms, or that's how it felt as I face-planted into its soft cushions.
"Mmph," I mumbled into the fabric, feeling like I could melt right into it. After blissful nothingness, I reluctantly rolled over and fished my phone out of my handbag.
My fingers danced over the screen as I typed a quick message to Christopher.
Me: Thanks for the ride.
Short, simple, to the point. But as I stared
