Maxwell's POV
She gasped at my question.
But still looked ravished when I pulled back - her eyes wide and dazed, her lips swollen from the kiss, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her baggy clothes.
Shocked. Confused. Completely undone.
Perfect.
I stood from the bed before I could change my mind, before I could give in to the temptation to stay, to kiss her again, to completely strip off her clothes and have my way with her. And judging by the way she was looking at me, I was sure she would've given herself willingly.
But not yet. Not like this. Stick to the plan.
I walked toward the connecting door, forcing my feet to move even though every instinct was screaming at me to turn back.
At the doorway, I paused and looked over my shoulder.
She was still sitting there, frozen, staring at me like she couldn't believe what had just happened.
"Next time you want something, just ask instead of eavesdropping."
