••• Arabella’s POV •••

I became so flustered when I heard Max’s mom’s voice asking if she could come in.

“Go and open the door.”

I pushed Max away and went to sit on the bed, leaning against the headboard, trying to look as if nothing had almost happened between us.

Max looked upset, whether because of his mom’s interruption or of me pushing him away, but it was his mom on the other side of the door, and we couldn't ignore her.

“Open the door,” I whispered and urged him again.

He looked at me and heaved out a long sigh before getting off the bed and opening the...