MAX’S POV

I stood at the doorway long after Mia had dashed out, her footsteps fading down the street like she was running from the devil himself. A slow smirk spread across my face as I finally closed the door and went back inside. The living room still carried the faint scent of her perfume something sweet and expensive that now mixed with the memory of her body pressed against mine. I dropped back onto the couch, legs crossing again in that casual way I knew irritated her, and let out a low chuckle.

This wasn’t how any of it was supposed to go.

I was meant to play Lily....