Olivia's POV
I adjusted my clothes as we stepped into the elevator, trying to regain composure. Christopher's hair was still mussed from where I'd run my fingers through it, and I couldn't help but smirk.
"Don't look so pleased with yourself," he said, straightening his tie.
"I'm not the one who delayed our helicopter ride for a make-out session."
"As I recall, you were an enthusiastic participant."
The elevator dinged, opening to the rooftop. A blast of wind hit us, and I grabbed Christopher's arm to steady myself. The helicopter sat waiting, its blades spinning, creating a miniature windstorm that whipped my hair around my face.
"Maybe I should have tied my hair back," I shouted over the noise.
Christopher leaned close to my ear. "I like it wild."
"You would." I rolled my eyes, but my stomach flipped at his words.