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Thirty-Nine
Olivia Westview As we stepped into the hallway, the atmosphere felt thick with the remnants of what had just transpired. Sharkeisha would lose her wits if she knew about this. My mind raced, replaying the moments in that room—the intensity, the rawness, the undeniable connection. I kept stealing glances at James, trying to make sense of how he could appear so composed, so unruffled, as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, I was still trembling from the inside out, barely able to keep my thoughts in order. He walked ahead, his stride confident, exuding the same cool control he always did. It was almost infuriating how calm he seemed while I felt like I was on the verge of coming apart at the seams. Every step I took felt surreal, as though I was floating through some kind of dream, sti
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