Olivia's POV
"What the hell, Hopton? What did you hit me for?"
I stuttered, my heart racing as I tried to make my voice sound deeper. "You... you were grabbing me in your sleep."
His expression immediately shifted to mortification. "Shit. I'm sorry, I... I…" He ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "Maybe you should use the couch after all."
"Yeah," I agreed quickly, relief flooding through me. "I think that would be better."
"Go ahead then," he said, already turning away and cuddling himself under the sheets.
I gathered a few pillows and made my way to the couch, grateful for the distance. But sleep didn't come easily. Every sound Maxwell made - the rustle of sheets, the creak of the bed frame, even his steady breathing - kept me on edge. I tossed and turned on the couch, my disguise feeling more suffocating with each passing hour.
