ANDREA’S POV
Standing in front of the sliding glass doors of St. Jude’s Hospital for a full minute before walking inside allowed me to gather my thoughts.
As the automatic doors opened and closed three times to let out bursts of cool and antiseptic air clashing with the humid warmth of the afternoon, needing the cold air to cool the heat still radiating from my face was undeniable.
Touching my lips confirmed they felt tender and undeniably swollen.
Maxwell had actually kissed me.
He hadn't just kissed me; he had completely claimed me. In the back of a moving car behind a privacy screen, he had dismantled my defenses entirely. Still tasting the distinct flavor of coffee and mint, feeling the heavy weight of his hand on the back of my neck and the roughness of his bandage against my wai
