Olivia's POV
"I'll take the room," Maxwell said to the receptionist, after a moment of contemplating.
"NO!"
The word exploded from deep within me before I could stop it. Several people turned to stare, and I felt my face burning with embarrassment.
Maxwell's head whipped around to face me, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Are you okay, Oliver?"
Am I okay? AM I OKAY? I was about as far from okay as a person could possibly be without requiring immediate medical attention.
"We can't share a room!" I blurted out, my voice sounding higher than I intended.
Maxwell's expression shifted from surprise to annoyance. "And why exactly can't we share a room?"
My brain went into full panic mode, scrambling for any excuse that might save me from this disaster. "Because... because I snore!" I announced desperately. "Really badly. Like, chainsaw levels of snoring. You wouldn't get a wink of sleep!"
Maxwell just stared at me, clearly unimpressed by this revelation.
