Olivia's POV
"Why the hell do you keep staring at me like that!" I yelled out in frustration.
Maxwell scoffed, relaxing further into his seat with annoying casualness. "How did you see me staring if you weren't staring at me yourself?"
"That's… that's not…" I sputtered, heat flooding my face. "Stop doing that!"
"Stop doing what?"
"Stop accusing me like you're all innocent and weren't just doing exactly what you were doing!"
His eyebrow rose. "And what exactly was I doing?"
"Everything!" I threw my hands up. "You probably planned this whole thing - getting me angry so you could 'calm me down' with a kiss. I've seen that move in movies. Now you're acting like you weren't just staring at me like... like..."
I couldn't finish the sentence. Couldn't put into words the way he'd been looking at me - like he wanted to strip me bare and learn every secret my body held.
