Abigail’s POV
Max’s voice broke the silence of the room, casual but probing. “Are you… comfortable with me staying here tonight?” he asked.
I looked up, caught off guard. His gaze was soft, almost hesitant, as if he expected me to say no. A dozen thoughts ran through my mind, but I forced a smile and nodded.
“It’s fine,” I replied smoothly. “The room’s big enough for the two of us anyway.”
Max laughed, though there was a faint edge to it. “Good, good. I don’t know why I thought you’d say no. Guess I’ll get us something to drink?”
“Sure, I’ll grab a blanket,” I said, my voice calm even as my heart began to race.
As soon as Max headed toward the living room, I made my way down the hallway to a linen closet, quickly grabbing a spare blanket for him.