On Saturday, after kissing and taunting me with the blindfold tied around my eyes, Maxwell had undone the knot, letting it fall off. He'd looked at me with a grin on his face, as well as with an expression I couldn't quite describe before he shuffled away from me and picked up the books he'd taken out of his drawer to show me.
I'd stayed the night in his room after that, and he soon became a chatterbox, talking to me about everything and anything, and not giving me space to reflect on what had happened just minutes before. I'd slept beside him that night — well, not really. I had just stared at him as he slept since my heart wouldn't stay still the whole night.
On Sunday morning I'd headed back up to my room to find Ollie sleeping in bed. I spent most of Sunday in my room, doing nothing
